Luyện nghe bài hát L'Ataraxie

Every day this nausea of is growing
Deep inside my sickening
Like a these torments weaken me
And undeniably endanger my life someday

Too proud to confess sufferings
I on walking with these thorns beneath my feet
Yet the wounds are there and torture me
Finally they become completly

So many nights I have spent
Shedding all the tears my body
So times I have tried to hide
These of weaknesses on my face

Je atteindre l'ataraxie que je mrite tant.
L'absence d'motions cette me mourante
Qui saura me librer de ces tourments.