A Jamais

Some memories are so deeply printed in my brain

That they have never ceased to exist

I would rather have left all of them at burials

And then consider a less destined dire fate

I was suddenly forsaken, weaned and excruciated (sic)

And couldn't get that feeling out of me

I had put my trust in them...

I should have learnt (sic) earlier life

In order to be warned about the other side of the coin

I should have lived all these memorable and addictive moments

From a more distant view

Just because no lesson will ever tell you

How to avoid these sharp glass-scraps drilled

So hurt yourself, fall into the grave

Buried by your fellow ones and re-emerge stronger

But don't think a single instant

That you were built up better than your challenged neighbour

Your creator has followed the same recipes

Engraved on the stonework of rotten ideals

Written by a congregation of idealists

Believing that moral order will ever remain on earth

And convinced that hell is a place isolated from earth

Where only evil dead men are thrown

Our curse is here and every human

Can experience its burning flames at every single moment

So look behind you, always mistrust people around you

And put barriers wherever you have to

Don't hesitate to spit at theirs (sic) faces when required

Or ignore them like squashed dead animals

But never forget to watch from the distance

And never complain about your unfair misery

A jamais, nous serons condamnés à emprunter

Ce chemin tourmenté d'amères déceptions

Ces leçons de vie ne feront que nourir

L'eau létale qui abreuve notre ineffable aversion

Et cette conscience béante alimentant

Les bons sentiments solidement suspendus à l'abîme

Damnés, exilés ou graciés,

Non prières ne nous ouvriront aucune porte vers les cimes