I am not afraid To tell you that I was disloyal to you By pure laziness By pure melancholy (depression) That between you And the Devil I have chosen The most comfortable But all of that Is not why I feel guilty My dear friend I am not afraid to tell you That you scare me With your hope And your huge sense Of honor You make me jealous Of everything destroyed Of your tears The beautiful smile AND all that Isn't why I feel guilty That's the worst I feel guilty Because I'm used to it. It's the only thing That I can do With a certain amount of Certainty. It's reassuring To think That I am sure To not be wrong When he asks me Of the question Of my huge guilt. I am not afraid To tell that I have cheated I have missed the purest Of my thoughts At the market I would like to let drop All these ideas Of "truth" That I hold To guide me Pleasure and Guilt