Texte d'origine - Anglais - Black side I feel rage... Not of you, me of...

Black side

I feel rage...
Not of you, me of me...
I let myself make suffering you.
I allowed that I was abandoning myself...
Like a dog I licked your wounds,
I greeted you like a king...
And you, which you did?
I marry somewhat of my affection;
Of my fondness for you...
An ironic smile emerged now...
It woke up in me,
The black side of the pain,
Which good do I know
Also you know...
Very well!
So my blue angel,
I know that you will feel also
The pain what I am feeling...
... to cry alone,