Not so lost in Translation

The Good That Hurts

--La troupe de Mozart l'opéra rock

But from where does it stem

This strange feeling

Fascinating as much as it is

Disturbing

I shudder, stabbed by beauty

As if the knife

Is in my soul

The wound crosses my heart

And I feel joy in sorrow

This poison exhilarates

To the point of madness

[Chorus]

It's the good that hurts

When you love

Everything is fine

Your hate

Takes pleasure

If suffering is beauty

Succumb to its charm

And offer your tears

It's the good that hurts

When you love

Everything is trivial

Your pain

Is what's delightful

Be a martyr

Lower your weapons

And offer your tears

I sense

Violent impulses

I want

To sink to the bottom

If I ignore

Where this scourge stems

I love

Having it under my skin

Bewitched by deranged ideas

My needs

Often vanish

Desire becomes my prison

To the point of madness

[Chorus]

I sense

Violent impulses

I want

To sink to the bottom