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Thought

J'ai peur que ça finisse par nous tuer.

Nous les artistes, les visionnaires, les philosophes, les écrivains

Nous, ceux qui se nourrissent de la vie,

De son incurable douleur, de sa consumable passion, de son horrifiante laideur

et de son éternel beauté.

J'ai peur que ça finisse par nous tuer.

Alors j'attends la renaissance.


I'm afraid it will end up killing us

We artists, visionaries, philosophers, writers

We, those who feed on life, its incurable pain, its consuming passion, its horrifying ugliness

and its eternal beauty.

I'm afraid it will end up killing us.

Thus I'm waiting for rebirth.


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