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Translation
Flower of Evil
You guitar* me, get me scratched alive,
Pluck me at random and with no reason.
You trail me around, harmless I am
Like an admiring animal.
You cymbal* me with your hands and nails.
I get carried away… my heart slaps me.
You razor* me as if using the edge.
I love to suffer, definitely.
I feel fine when everything goes bad.
The flowers of evil are good for me.
This feeling is not banal:
I do feel fine when everything goes bad.
You piano* me, carelessly.
My ideals, dear to your nit,
You tear them up… and then stitch them up while still open.
All your desires are primitive.
I feel fine when everything goes bad.
The flowers of evil are good for me.
This feeling is not banal:
I do feel fine when everything goes bad.
I feel fine when everything goes bad.
The flowers of evil are good for me.
This feeling is not banal:
I do feel fine when everything goes bad.
You ram me, you stick.
I do the same, which is harmful.
Uppercuts are aggressive…
I love to suffer, definitely.
I feel fine when everything goes bad.
The flowers of evil are good for me.
This feeling is not banal:
I do feel fine when everything goes bad.
I feel fine when everything goes bad.
The flowers of evil are good for me.
This feeling is not banal:
I do feel fine when everything goes bad.
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*In the original French version, these terms are too actually used as if they were verbs. This gives them such a strong symbolic meaning of identification. The speaker identifies his being treated to the manner these instruments are whether played (when it comes to the guitar, the cymbal and the piano) or handled (when it comes to the razor).