Les larmes du méprisé (extended version)

D'autres larmes chaudes,
 De ce corps seul,
 Suintaient d'un? il de marbre...
 D'un? il fissuré...
 Fendu par la lumière,
 Ô combien cruelle...
 De toute une vie passée,
 A chercher l'obscurité...
 D'autres larmes chaudes,
 De cet être oublié
 Coulaient comme pour fuir
 La mort venant...
 Telles des gouttes de pluie,
 Fuyant l'orage,
 Fuyant la foudre d'un dieu,
 Certes, en colère,
 Mais bien impuissant
 Face au courage
 D'un être usé par la vie...
 Les muscles se tendaient, se bloquaient...
 Sans nervosité aucune, comme s'ils savaient...
 Comme s'ils attendaient l'instant présent...
 Depuis de longs moments...
 Le sang prenait peur et se concentrait,
 Auprès d'un c? ur sans regrets...
 Sans remords aucun...
 Auprès d'un c? ur
 oublié par la vie...
 Haïssant ce fluide, (ce sang)
 Qui fait vivre les humains...
 L'? il de marbre brillait,
 malgré la tristesse de la scène
 L'? il de marbre admirait,
 Le miroir face à lui...
 Le reflet d'un corps qui le porta
 Ces années durant...
 Oubliant la douleur infligée, la honte apportée...
 Fuyant le passé regretté, autant que l'avenir renié...
 (Translation)
 (Tears of the One Despised...)
 Other warm tears,
 This lone body's,
 Were oozing from a marble eye...
 From a fissured eye...
 Cracked by the light
 -Oh, how cruel!-
 Of a whole life spent
 Searching for darkness...
 Other warm tears,
 This forgotten being's,
 Were running as to flee
 From the coming death...
 As drops of rain,
 Fleeing from the storm,
 Fleeing from the thunderbolt of a god,
 Angry indeed,
 But still powerless
 Before the courage of a being
 That life had worn away...
 Muscles were stretching, blocking...
 Without any nervousness, as if they knew...
 As if they had been waiting for this very moment
 For a long time...
 Blood got scared and was concentrating
 Around a regretless heart...
 Deprived of any remorse...
 Around a heart
 That had been neglected by life...
 Hating that fluid -that blood-
 Which makes humans live...
 The marble eye was sparkling,
 Despite the sadness of the scene
 The marble eye was admiring,
 In front of the mirror...
 The reflection of a body that
 Had carried him all these years...
 Forgetting the pain inflected, the shame brought...
 Fleeing from the regretted past
 As much as from the denied future...
 (Translated from french by Aries)