You are pure madness --
Folie pure;
Driving out sane from sanity.
You break me until I am nothing --
Je ne suis pas rien.
You are nothing but a dream,
Nothing but a lie --
Vous n'etes pas rien.


What am I to do?
Ce la m'est egal
Waiting or not waiting,
Knowing or not at all.
Ce n'est pas ma faute.
Though I am only making a fool of myself
Waiting for you --
But there is nothing.


You are each wall,
Each ceiling, and each floor,
And each door opens up to you --
chaque fenetre est votre sourire.
But you are but thin air,
An illusion --
Folie pure,
Neant pur.