| Song | L'Ataraxie |
| Artist | Ataraxie |
| Album | Slow Transcending Agony |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Every day this nausea of life is growing | |
| Deep inside my sickening mind | |
| Like a cancer these torments weaken me | |
| And will undeniably endanger my life someday | |
| Too proud to confess these sufferings | |
| I keep on walking with these thorns beneath my feet | |
| Yet the wounds are still there and torture me | |
| Finally they become completly infected | |
| So many loveless nights | |
| I have spent | |
| Shedding all the tears from my body | |
| So many times | |
| I have tried to hide | |
| These signs of weaknesses on my face | |
| Je voudrais atteindre l'ataraxie que je mérite tant. | |
| L'absence d'émotions dans cette âme mourante | |
| Qui saura me libérer enfin de ces tourments. |
| Every day this nausea of life is growing | |
| Deep inside my sickening mind | |
| Like a cancer these torments weaken me | |
| And will undeniably endanger my life someday | |
| Too proud to confess these sufferings | |
| I keep on walking with these thorns beneath my feet | |
| Yet the wounds are still there and torture me | |
| Finally they become completly infected | |
| So many loveless nights | |
| I have spent | |
| Shedding all the tears from my body | |
| So many times | |
| I have tried to hide | |
| These signs of weaknesses on my face | |
| Je voudrais atteindre l' ataraxie que je me rite tant. | |
| L' absence d'e motions dans cette me mourante | |
| Qui saura me libe rer enfin de ces tourments. |
| Every day this nausea of life is growing | |
| Deep inside my sickening mind | |
| Like a cancer these torments weaken me | |
| And will undeniably endanger my life someday | |
| Too proud to confess these sufferings | |
| I keep on walking with these thorns beneath my feet | |
| Yet the wounds are still there and torture me | |
| Finally they become completly infected | |
| So many loveless nights | |
| I have spent | |
| Shedding all the tears from my body | |
| So many times | |
| I have tried to hide | |
| These signs of weaknesses on my face | |
| Je voudrais atteindre l' ataraxie que je mé rite tant. | |
| L' absence d'é motions dans cette me mourante | |
| Qui saura me libé rer enfin de ces tourments. |