She's so sad she could do anything,
for nothing, for everything.
She weeps softly as she dances around with the fools.
love has killed the words that move her.
Moving her.
She wants to be laid against your mouth1
She's so sad she pulls a face
in front of her mirror.
She embraces the passing shadow with a love at first sight2
and nothing will ever wipe the cowardly smudges
of the blood flowing from bodies that break apart.
So long Tristana,
your heart caught a cold.
So long Tristana,
God is giving up.
Let her go
Let her die.
Don't say it.
Tristana, it's me!
Sad fate, Tristana.
You know, believe me,
It goes by in a flash,
your life, just like that.
The most beautiful days end up in sorrow,
hatred.
Why do you have to pay with your veins?
1. that does not make a lot of sense in French either, just a gratuitous erotic image I guess2. another pretty nonsensical line