Translation of the song lyrics Confidence - KIM

Confidence (original)

Je ne peux affronter mes peurs
Lui dire qu’il est mon âme-sœur
Laisse-moi te faire une confidence
Car en toi j’ai confiance
Il a activé mes sens
J’me maitrise plus dans ces circonstances
Dois-je être sincère ou bien me taire
Laisser planer le mystère?
Ne rien lui dire à quoi ça sert
Lui dévoiler est nécessaire
Dois-je être sincère ou bien me taire
Laisser planer le mystère?
Ne rien lui dire à quoi ça sert
Lui dévoiler est nécessaire
Expliquer la naissance de cet espoir
Franchement je n’pourrais pas
Y penser autant chez moi le soir
Honnêtement ça n’me ressemble pas
Comment peut-il ainsi ignorer
Qu’entre ses mains il n’est qu’un objet
Qu’elle le considère comme un jouet
Alors que moi il me plait!
Je le sens c’est lui l’homme de ma vie
Sa douce voix sans cesse me chavire
Son parfum m’enivre, je sens le désir
Je veux qu’il soit mon avenir
Je le sens c’est lui l’homme de ma vie
Sa douce voix sans cesse me chavire
Son parfum m’enivre, je sens le désir
Je veux qu’il soit mon avenir
De lui exprimer ainsi mes sentiments
Franchement je n’pourrais pas
Lui dire que maintenant j’ai des tourments
Honnêtement ça n’me ressemble pas
Sincèrement je voudrais tellement l’aider
Oui des jours être à ses cotés
Lui montrer combien je peux l’aimer
Mais tout cela ne reste qu’un souhait!
Dis-lui!
Je n’ose pas
Dis-lui!
Je n’y arrive pas
Dis-lui!
En ai-je le droit?
Dis-lui!
Je le veux pour moi
Dis-lui!
Je n’y crois pas
Dis-lui!
Veut-il de moi?
Dis-lui
C’est plus qu’un espoir!
Dis-lui X4

Confidence (translation)

I cannot meet my fears upon the field,
Nor whisper he is the twin-flame of my soul,
Let me grant you a secret, close as breath,
For in you, trust springs like a clear well.
He has stirred all my senses from their sleep,
In such moments my composure shatters—
Must I stand naked in the light, or shroud
My heart with fog, let the riddle hang heavy?
If I tell him nothing, what is thus preserved?
To reveal is as vital as breath for the drowning.
Must I stand naked in the light, or shroud
My heart with fog, let the riddle hang heavy?
If I tell him nothing, what is thus preserved?
To reveal is as vital as breath for the drowning.
To trace for him the dawn of this pale hope—
Truly, I could not bear such exposure.
Thoughts of him haunt the corridors of my dusk,
Candor is a cloak I was not born to wear.
How can he pass, blind, through such signals?
That in her hands, he is but a vessel—
That she toys with him, a plaything of whims—
While in my eyes, he gleams like flame!
I sense it—the man fated for my days.
His gentle voice, a tide that topples reason,
His scent—like night jasmine—intoxicates,
I long for him to be the shape of my dawn.
I sense it—the man fated for my days.
His gentle voice, a tide that topples reason,
His scent—like night jasmine—intoxicates,
I long for him to be the shape of my dawn.
To thus unveil the garden of my feeling—
Truly, I could not bear such exposure.
To tell him that now I am bruised by longing,
Candor is a cloak I was not born to wear.
Sincerely, I would give my spirit to help him,
Yes, to walk by his side through seasons,
To show him how fiercely I could love,
Yet all of this is but a wish, cast to silence!
Tell him!
I do not dare.
Tell him!
My voice betrays me.
Tell him!
May I lay such claim?
Tell him!
I want him—mine alone.
Tell him!
I cannot believe it.
Tell him!
Does he desire me?
Tell him
This is more than mere hoping!
Tell him! Tell him! Tell him! Tell him!