À bout de souffle

(Luz... Porto)

Oh, foul creature from the darkness,

Do not sting me

With your poisonous tail.

Do not let that lethal substance of yours

Flow through my veins.

We have once been good friends,

Yes, we have.

Trust me. I do not want to hurt you.

Do not be a suicidal.

If you kill me

That's you who shall be buried

In a lonely funeral.

I have already been stabbed

Right into my breast.

Dark blood has come out

From my heart.

I have been kept on a steel leash

To prove my obedience.

(Obedience to whom? I simply ignore that)

Poor dear friend

You are the one and only

I can talk to.

I know you understand my feelings

I know you are stuck to me.

But I also know you are scared to death...

(You fear I may drown in quicksand, don't you?)

Think twice before you make up your mind

Do not let yourself be led by despair.

You are not walled up, you are not.

You can escape and so can I.

Go back to the damp rocks

Where you used to live

And let me go on along my solitary path.