How can you treat me so cruelly?
I, who you wounded, wrote myself on a scenario
Every night I repeat playing on stage, to show myself to you, Garance, the most cruel in this world
I go on stage, this world of chimera, to do a pantomime of this love no one knows
Every night I repeat playing on stage, wanting you to see me, Baptist, the most stupid pierrot in this world
For the precious wound you gave me not to be healed, I want to always finger it, forever I, the fool, found you and then, losing you I regret you to the point where I bleed
Letting you and this guy going on stage, poor of me I am the clown, the audience laughs each time I see you are as beautiful as a flower in bloom
And I, the fool, am forever prisoner of this suffering
This night again I repeat playing alone, to expose myself to her
Because you are the only one to know my great sorrow
This night again my stage cries tears of blood
Garance, for you, the one I love the most in this world