Desperate Aria of Grenouille

 What for I need my life? What for the world needs me?
 I reached the acme there's no way to go
 I dreamed a dream and now I'm waken to reality
 I'm looking at my life as if it's far below
 
 As if I'm standing on the top again
 And looking down, down at that scabby world
 Face feels the wind, my body feels the rain
 And there is nothing left for me to hold
 
 My hands reach desperately clenching void
 Aroma's flying, it escapes my hand
 To skies I went being charmed and overjoyed
 And now I feel the gravity of land
 
 Without my scent I'm bare and wretched again
 I found perfection, I knew the heavens bliss
 Proud as I was, self-satisfied and vain
 And now I know it's time to pay for this
 
 No other scent could be a bit more fine
 No other man could be more loved than me
 I want to die just thinking it was mine
 I want to pass away just knowing I am free
 
 I'm free from bounds of smells, I'm in control of them
 And I'm happy laughing and spitting at world's face
 I know, for what I've done I can be none but damned
 So let it be my final gift to rotten human race