À travers le miroir

She imprisoned my soul in a bottle

Like a firefly

And threw it again to the fire

She drew me that life on a vacant canvas

But she's gone with its colors

We're playing a duet

But the melody of melancholy

Seems to be the only thing we share

Tell me the secrets of her fantasy

How could I believe

In this heaven that she promises?

She's calling my name in my dreams

I can't hide

Oh, she's in the walls and she never falls asleep

I feel her presence in these streets

In my house

In these thoughts that I have

With her cloak and her big black scythe

This sharp taste of iron doesn't really leave

(Never really leaves)

Like calling her ghost through the mirror

I'm painting my life on this vacant canvas

With my own blood

She's calling my name in my dreams

I can't hide

Oh, she's in the walls and she never falls asleep

I feel her presence in these streets

In my house

In these thoughts that I have

With her cloak and her big black scythe

Yeah

I'm calling her ghost through the mirror

Oh, I know that I just can't hide

I'm calling her ghost through the mirror

Oh, I know that I just can't hide