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ENGLISH LYRICS
Quarante joursQuarante jours de douleur, seulement de la douleur, remplacer tous les autres sentiments, je crois. Il fait encore froid Nos ciel de marbre inscrit dans un paysage gris. Je n'l'ai pas pris... Masque mortuaire de notre parc et un lac asséché. Rien à cacher ici... Et roue du diable, grande roue figée en sépia dans un pressentiment muet de douleur déchirante. Quarante jours des larmes... Seulement des larmes Là, devant la fenêtre, Ma veillesse solitaire. J'voudrais réécrire le sort de l'univers. Comme tremblement de terre... Ce paradis s'est transformé en enfer. Quaronte ans nous n'étions pas ensemble. Si, nous n'avons jamais été ensemble... Et je n'ai pas assez de photographs pour finir notre histoire Crois! Je n'ai pas assez de musique pour la donner un souffle. Et je camoufle comme la couronne de pierre tombale sèche fanée, sur la tombe oubliée d'un enfant, la colline sale de destin emmenée. Je n'ai pas assez de poésie pour perpétuer sa voix. Et je me manque mais d'être une personne. Je suis juste un fantôme qui n'a jamais participé à la vie. J'ai brûlé comme une fleur déchirée sur l'autel des mots oubliés, coincé pour toujours dans ton piège de songes, le berceau de tes rêves. Et j'ai plié mes ailes, des ailes mortes dans la toile pâle d'araignée, la toile des pluies d'argent, rayons du soleil froid et sans sommeil. je suis juste un fantôme sans passé ni futur... Fantôme extraterrestre, pleurant constamment le monde étranger, le monde en mutation... Forty daysForty days of pain, only pain, replace all other feelings, I believe. It's still cold Our marble sky inscribed in a gray landscape. I didn't take it ... Death mask from our park and a lake dried up. Nothing to hide here... And devil's wheel, Ferris wheel frozen in sepia in a silent feeling of heartbreaking pain. Forty days of tears ... Only tears There, in front of the window, Dwells my lonely old age. I would like to rewrite the fate of the universe. Like an earthquake ... This paradise turned into hell. Forty years we were not together. Yes, we've never been together ... And I don't have enough photographs to finish our story Believe! I don't have enough music to give it a breath. And I camouflage like the tombstone crown dry faded, on the forgotten grave of a child, the dirty hill of destiny taken away. I don't have enough poetry to perpetuate his voice. And I miss myself but to be a person. I'm just a ghost who never participated in life. I burned like a torn flower on the altar of forgotten words, forever trapped in your dream trap, the cradle of your dreams. And I folded my wings, dead wings in the pale spider web, the canvas of silver rains, the cold and sleepless rays of the sun. I'm just a ghost with no past or future ... Extraterrestrial ghost, constantly crying over the foreign world, the changing world ... Foy Your AgeWon't tamper any move of yours, I will not say a word Coz all the tunes are beautiful from someone else's chord. The most important thing I've learned through all those bitter years Is to behold the feast of stars and never intefere. Don't call me - I will not follow And your pretty friends - they wouldn't like me (As they always did...) For both of us there is no tomorrow So don't give life to thing that shouldn't be But foy your age On a dancefloor, on the stage In the fireworks of days I'll watch you from my silent lonely place... The dreams that hurt the most are used to come alive again So fire and the water meet to taste each other's pain It's always wrong to care of them, the hold is first to fail Let story go, let story end, endure the farewell Don't call me - I will not follow This is not my world - I'm just a wayfarer For both of us there is no tomorrow So don't turn back - it takes no endavour And... Foy your age! On a dancefloor, on the stage In the fireworks of days I'll watch you from my silent lonely place... All your sex and all your violence are the stories yet untold And your suicidal longing blissful as the fingers cold Busted on the ice, those tears, wet knees and starfalls at betrayal Roofs of partings, wine and waining on the rear of winter tale. On the forehead of the gale Don't call me - I will not follow For both of us there is no tomorrow And foy your age On a dancefloor, on the stage In the fireworks of days I'll watch you from my silent lonely place... Invisible JeopardyIt was the... Belated dream, the silent slumber at the end of the world There were the colours in the dark, the light and shape that we could hold It was the nowhere station, feast among the dreadful plague The hearts fullfilled with something in exaggeration of the vague It was... Our common ground, our common food where we could drink and dance and flirt The common lover, washed my hair and I drew flowers on your old shirt Oh, rain it comes, yeah, rain it comes with rayons and the confetti and sound Say that you're happy now, I am happy now on this common ground... And the morning sun will throw its scarlet daggers On these cold obsidian walls of our domestic dungeon We're on quarantine but somehow we got peter luger And the pint of beer accompanied our stratos flangin' The invisible jeopardy of being who you are Unforgivable entity we dreamt upon a star It is the... Message in the Skype - "Welcome" - And here I am! I walk off my room, entering yours - it's just the same All our rooms have merged into one endless universal hostel And we can walk the earth and walk the world like kings of castle We're not ashamed to cry and tell the silly things as we all have been friends, Approved with no denial, no need to apprehend Come all bizarre with soliloquys, allowed to laugh and sing And not afraid of morning guilt we'd vomit in the sink But the morning sun will throw its scarlet daggers On these cold obsidian walls of our domestic dungeon Once again the worst of nightmare leaves us But the best of dream it once agan deceives us The invisible jeopardy of being who you are Unforgivable entity we dreamt upon a star Hooray the day, behold the world afar! DismorphophobiaTime and again When I watch you wankin' on a midnight screen I feel like there can't be such beauty in a world There ain't such a crazy lottery I could win Such a crown of gold And I feel myself like a fucking faggot Dear babe, Your account allows only those who'd pay Pay for right to say a pitty word And to beg you for an obscene thing to show (I'd pay for only dance If i could) I am just old, drunk, ugly, wotrhless motherfucker I hate myself and I wanna die - Curt, your words are eternal I wanna slash my fucking throat I wanna bleed my pain on you I wanna bleed my cum on you, I wanna be your fucking dildo Wothless cunt - how can you be that gorgeous? Disgust my soul, hate my body! |
And I don't deserve nobody's love If you were my friend, I'd say: "You know, my friend - there are people who cannot be loved And who can't love coz they've never known that feeling Inside or outside, Simply upside down" But you're not my friend and I am nothing to you So wear your crown And I will cut myself for more A thousand knives heart In a dark room forever... Bleeding and throwing up Hundreds of posions... There's no one who'd even talk to me Swallow that, bitch, and fucking die! We are just fucking machines Sick with our dreams' disease We think we are something more Than our hunger and pain And lust.... Be there my last Romantic vision Drowned in the flame of larvae Devouring my dismembered and mutilated flesh Rotting on the forsaken Shore Of the ocean... As I will die blissful Imagining myself... fucking you... Where my dirty pain is like the sex of gods And my black semen is omnious Like those letters of my epitath On the barren stone For everyone to see... I Wanna Be Your BonoboI wanna solve our problems easy I want us always a little dizzy And when the sorrows come advent I wanna be your horny friend And solve it all with a gang-bang Gang-bang! I wanna be your bonobo In the forest of wild bonobos Instead of beign thу marmoset Angry as hell and so fucking stupid Bang-bang when the shadows are coming Bang-bang when the rains are cold Bang-bang when the grief surrounds us And all our cinder will turn back to gold I wanna pet you instead of fighting I wanna come instead of spilling blood I wanna see the goddamn culture splashing On shores of lies it brings like vernal flood On sharpest stones of its pathetic taboos Come ride me shaking your miraculous boobs I wanna be your horny friend (with a big dick) I wanna be your bonobo Chante-moi! Gang-bang when the shadows are coming Gang-bang when the rains grow cold Gang-bang when the grief surrounds us And all our cinder will turn back to gold I wanna be your bonobo In the forest of wild bonobos Give Us A ChanceEvery night I'm in the nightmare Watching my kins die in horror And the universe of fire Taking all the goodness over And there is no sense in living If the whole our future lines out And I'm staying in the prison Of my somber days exhausted Take my life if you need Let us end days together Give our lives one more chance Who would lie, who would pay Aeons of mourning, unreturning Turn to ashes with our moaning Hatred fills us, black diseases Rivers run red, who can stand that? (2009) Into A Silent Sea"A painful thing life is. Mysterious arrangements of merciless logic for a futile purpose" -Joseph Conrad We're paralyzed in our futility. We're drifting dead into a silent sea. We watch the quiet movie serpentine - The lives undone almost like your and mine. The haunted dreams, oh, nothing they would give Cept what we gave to them in random breeding The hunted heart, no longer you believe Dive deeper down with those shadows bleeding No one would care thy wings fall on the waves Wings strangled by the veil, the funeral tulle of cobwebs A thousand crossroad passed, the thousand highways passed Be there my last, my everlasting... Until I drown in velvet light of love The pouring shine of dimmed serenity, The rain of violets shower from above Oh, would it wipe away all our tears? We're martyred with our dark fertility Explicitly in walled-up hopeless violence Keep distances forever quarantine Stranded in a sea of outer silence No one would care my hope fall on the waves My years that run those mossy trails of past A thousand meadow passed, my weary hours clasped Be there my last, Be there my everlasting... Drown deeper down with me Into a silent sea. Dark Greed Of WonderHarp and cross build stories And the realistic Lord As no sense for us to stop it Fasten souls against your haunt The innocent will override In chrism of the night Drown in foam as in your heart A phantom licks the sores The measure of exploiting Is all treasure of your flight In the grapes of non-believer Grows wine for stories lunch An the rythm of deception Ties my wings to cluster bunch In the curse of free tomorrow In the cradle of this lie Mesmerized in cave of horror Like a flower to my eye The crystal faith goes blackward Another cradle for a mind Rather power graps the wonder Like a flower to my eye The greed of wonder The either trace of flame The rather time of wonder Together we would prey And evil face of thunder Will never us deny But crash and burn our shackle Like a castle in the sky Like a castle in the sky Burns the hold of ancient grief As the raven of our far cry Holds the deepest scar within Changes AdventI'm wondering what changes are about There ain't no question of what's wrong or right It is so hot, the night is soldering Us on that hunted ground, I fall for every hour The reason that we cry, The reason that we hope And then before I die I hope Forevermore (for us to see) In just one day we have outlived at all The pain grows deep, the twilight zone The barren sun, it shines but never warms It sees our hands and folds Forever empty scores The reason that I cry, The reason that I fall I pray this foreign light But nevermore Changes of inevitable unreturning loss Is all that I'm afraid of, afraid to death, to my bone I pray to the neon light and feel my mind go sleight Diis ignotis rip forward my eyes Beyond DoomWe all started there in our encapsulated worlds With the future of gray and the dark past of gold The removable tattoos, subcultural flavor Synth and drum and gothiс vibe, extreme metal endeavor Phantoms of the love unborn Over seas of all imaginary loss We were doomed but time and fate Were still afar, always yet to advent We started there with soaring veins with oceans of wine As like life itself threw roses down our feet The intoxicated letters all night long And the fragile sense of common ground where we belonged Now I don't recognize The world around me... The more it is famaliar to the one I knew The more it hurts... Balloons on the streets People part and meet French style of old Bysantian gin mill Against my memory, against my will Why do I stay here still? Where do I belong? Where do I belong? Phantoms of the barren hearts Tell me what has happened to us? We were doomed but time and fate Were still afar, always yet to advent We were doomed but it was not too late, too late!!! Where do I belong? October 10, 2020 © Copyright: Ardallion, 2020 |
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