Être amoureuse, c'est contreproductif. Mais alors, qu'est-ce que c'est beau !

I'm getting obsessed

with the light of the day,

with the smells I can't ken,

with the sound of your voice

 and the sweet laugh of yours.

So obsessed with the night embracing my shoulders

 and your whole pretty face drowning into my dreams,

with the taste of my blood running down though my throat

 and the blur thoughts which crawl among my darkest fears.

I'm getting more and more obsessed with this wide world

swarming all around me.