ΣΗΜΕΙΩΣΗ: Ο ιστότοπος βρίσκεται σε λειτουργία μόνο για ανάγνωση. Το περιεχόμενο αποτελεί αρχειοθετημένο αντίγραφο αυτού το οποίο και εμπλουτίζεται για λόγους διάσωσης και διατήρησης αρχείου.....
It was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow, white snow
Clearly I remember
From the windows they were watching
While we froze down below
When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low
If you love me, won't you let me know?
Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals
And a fox became God
Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And a cross held aloft
Bury me in armour
When I'm dead and hit the ground
A love back home, it unfolds
And if you love me, won't you let me know?
I don't want to be a soldier
Who the captain of some sinking ship
Would stow, far below.
So if you love me, why d'you let me go?
I took my love down to violet hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent still
Said if you love me, won't you let me know?
If you love me, won't you let me know?
In life, sometimes, the wonderful go under stress
And crack in the back
A song as obscure as a whale's
Goes fast away
Hear those echoes being raised?
Rip my eardrum from my head?
I used to roll my wheels in the fast lane
I couldn't tell the bad from the nice
Hey babe, join me on my skate ride
On thin ice
See that light passing through?
Ice opaque, sticking like glue
Even if Time is on your side and helps you carve your track with huge success
is lasting long and looking up high, called luck?
Even if Space is ample in your feet and take your millionth walk in the very same terrain, do you feel proud sedated as a rock?
At first we painted a landscape to ourselves
Tricky things kept somewhere else
Mountain lines and river beds and a few colors
In a subtractive sense
Chopped down our childhood's trees
Bonfired the bench of our first kiss
And babe when I met you it was all already
Falling apart
Living with you was like pollen to the bee
Or maybe, meat to the shark?
Touch my skin and feel my heart
And can you heal that crack in the back?
On ne vit pas au large, mais bien pris en charge
de distance, nous, amants séparés
Par des docks hantés aux barques amarrées
Qui nous tiennent au bord des sentiments
Mais j’arrive et que celles qui t’attendent
ne t’attendent plus jamais
Ou se fassent un sang d’encre
pour ce diamant que j’ai
Si je dois moi-même tendre
la carte d’une dévouée
Personne n’a l’emprise que tu as sur moi,
sur mon souffle qui reste saccadé
Des courses contre le vent
qui ne comptent plus maintenant
Qu’on s’est dit qu’on s’appartenait
Mais j’arrive et que celles qui t’attendent
ne t’attendent plus jamais
Ou se fassent un sang d’encre
pour ce diamant que j’ai
Si je dois moi-même tendre
la carte d’une dévouée
ΣΗΜΕΙΩΣΗ: Ο ιστότοπος βρίσκεται σε λειτουργία μόνο για ανάγνωση. Το περιεχόμενο αποτελεί αρχειοθετημένο αντίγραφο αυτού το οποίο και εμπλουτίζεται για λόγους διάσωσης και διατήρησης αρχείου.
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