Les infidèles se succèdent, le poignard reste le même. Que la lame reste plantée dans l"échine si elle le souhaite, on gardera les sourires de façade. On demeurera stoïques. Malgré vos œillades torves et méprisantes, malgré ces p*****s de glaviots qui ruissellent dans
nos veines. Qu"importe. L"heure de la saignée viendra.
"Infidels have succeeded each other, the dagger remains the same. May the blade stay stuck in our ribs if it wishes, we"ll keep our facade smiles. We will remain stoic. Despite your menacing and despising glances, despite the f****** spit that flows through our veins. Whatever. The bleeding time will come."
nos veines. Qu"importe. L"heure de la saignée viendra.
"Infidels have succeeded each other, the dagger remains the same. May the blade stay stuck in our ribs if it wishes, we"ll keep our facade smiles. We will remain stoic. Despite your menacing and despising glances, despite the f****** spit that flows through our veins. Whatever. The bleeding time will come."