A pair of perfect hands Neither sweating nor trembling Crossed behind a smile, A hidden, dangerous persona. When you are most relaxed I will, without any feeling, Do the deed, never looking back. At first you will feel No pain, no pain In your enlarged pupils, it is like a dream. The mistaken sense of happiness, Is very warm, very embracing; Perhaps you are even anticipating this. This is a life-destroying impulse You don’t understand, I don’t understand The reason why killers exist Is because love is still an unknown future. My feeling of relaxation wavers When you are more than 300m away from me. N’ayez pas, n’ayez pas, n’ayez pas peur (Do not, do not, do not be afraid) Counting my heartbeat, I wait, Discarding all thoughts. Qu’est-ce que c’est ? Ce’ la vie. C’est l’amour. (What is this? This is life. This is love.) Locking in, in, This beautiful tragedy. This is love, this must be love, But in the whole world doesn’t understand. Qu’est-ce que c’est ? Ce’ la vie. Et c’est la mort. (What is this? This is life and this is death.) My feeling of relaxation wavers When you are more than 300m away from me. N’ayez pas, n’ayez pas, n’ayez pas peur (Do not, do not, do not be afraid.) I feel an unbearable hunger; I need you to fill the emptiness. Qu’est-ce que c’est ? Ce’ la vie. C’est l’amour. (What is this? This is life. This is love.) Locking in, in, This beautiful tragedy. This is love, this must be love, Only you understand. Qu’est-ce que c’est ? Ce’ la vie. Et c’est la mort. (What is this? This is life and this is death.)