"Can someone please give me anesthesia?
I would like to fall into an eternal sleep,
but just for a while,
until all my struggles expire.
And someone up there,
will remember
that he once created a girl,
with the mind of a lost bubble."

It was all too fast,
And it wasn’t our fault.
They hurt us to last,
As a wound touching salt.
Rope around my neck,
Tried and cried I couldn’t.
My life is a dreck,
Suicidal shouldn’t.
I hope you’re happy,
No matter that bad day.
False world seems sappy,
Purgatory I pray.
Never to see you,
Far from me you flew.

It’s night, freezing much outside.
You’re talking about Paris…
Let me, please, sit closer to you
And I’ll move nearer to Paris.

You’re talking about Montmartre
And lo I am there by now.
I hear from all sides: “Oh, belle mademoiselle!”
I’m blushing as under the crown.

“Je suis fasciné par vous!” “Oh, merci!”
“Quelle beauté!” My feet are going numb.
“Asseyer-vous, s'il vous plait. Je veux peindre de vous!”
I can’t say no, and I sit down.

'Je marche sur Montmartre…'
And though I only dream it,
Beautiful Paris, that I see in your eyes,
Is enough for me to fall in love with it.