I wrote on my exhausted body A comedy of redemption and lies A role that I played so well... That of the loser and fake No mothers talked to me kindly No priest gave me consolation What can your love offer to me What can my virtue give tome But no one paid me back No one gave me my life back But no one paid me back No one gave me my life back How can continue my comedy Without seeing me bleed on it Adore the viles that adore us Implore the gods that implore us There isn't a hell Without its own equilibrium And an opera that doesn't kill That doesn't kill his actor But no one paid me back No one gave me my life back You deprived me of my conscience And of the words that will be action And of the infinite sleep that will drag Me through these seas But I will run along those banks That you traced for me But no one paid me back No one gave me my life back But no one paid me back No one gave me my life back But no one paid me back No one gave me my life back But no one paid me back No one gave me my life back