C-Allagash

Sometimes I feel (And when I say “sometimes” I mean “all the time”) That you are mine A possession of my very own Almost like an object I am the puppet master You don’t even suspect But then, sometimes, It suddenly gets to me As much as I own you You actually own me Similarly to an object Exactly like an object Own me, have me, posses me Just don’t ever reject My master, you own me I am so devoted to you My slave, I own you There’s nothing you can do Own me (While I own you) Have me (While I have you) There’s no thing We’d rather do

I'll love you with all my strength and hate you with all my might. We'll fight all day long and make amends by the night. I'll be your sweet dreams as well as the worst nightmare. I'll be your refuge from everything But as for me, you'd better beware. You'll rest between my arms after our thunderous rows, And yet you will love me though you don't really know how. I will be all for you, as you're for me; the sweet darling, your worst enemy So love me and hate me, caress and attack me.

Don't call me. I call you.

- I don't know what to do... I just don't feel what I used to feel for her anymore. I wouldn't like to hurt her... but I can't make her happy, and she no longer pleases me. I need other people. That's why I cheat on her. - Isn't there anything to do? - I don't think so. I've already tried everything. It's useless. I think she doesn't love me. - If you're not fine, if you don't love her, if she doesn't love you... why are you still together? - Because we promised. We said we'd always be together. - I'd rather someone being with me because they want to, not because they have to. - We can't break the promise! - I'll never understand... w

Notre souffrance devient une seule Car dans la douleur nous sommes frères Le chaos est la nouvelle routine La vie, pas qu'un état éphémère L'existence perdue des innocents Le sang des hommes et des femmes Les questions restent sans réponse Lorsque le torment assume nos âmes Comment expliquer, comment supporter cette monstrueuse barbarie? Mes frères en douleur, donnons les mains et, avec tout le coeur, prions pour Paris

Sonhar contigo noite após noite... imagens que assombram minha mente. Saber que amo e sou amada e que isso não é suficiente. Algo está ausente. Seria o calor da paixão que, como brasa, queimava? Para onde foi todo o furor de quando tu dizias que me amavas? Nada sei sobre o caminho que se estende a minha frente; não mais te vejo, entretanto. Eu te amo, de facto, mas amor não é suficiente. To dream about night after night... images that haunt my mind. To know that I love you and I am loved and that it's not enough. Something is missing. Is is the warmth of passion that, like an ember,

Liu-liu, meu mozim, Pra mim voxê é tudinho de bão. Quandu voxê me bêja, é como se eu sentisse cócegas no meu coraxão. Voxê é taum fofinhu, bunitinhu, totoso, bizungodungozinhu que eu fico inté mais feliz quando ti vejo. Pur isso é mais meió di bão voxê ter di ficar bem juntinhu de eu pra semple e semple. Meu coraxão sem voxê parece uma batata mal assada; mas quandu voxê tá cumigo, dá inté pra mó di faze um doce! Eu te I love you como eu nunca I love yiei ninguém em toda minha my life. Queru voxê todinho, inteirinho e co