LIGHT MADE YOU A SLAVE
| Les lèvres prêtes à mourir
Je n’ai su m’abstenir
De retenir
La Nuit
Je suis Ombre, Souvenirs
Ternie par le déni
De celui qui ne pleure que d’agonie
Celui qui ne voit qu’éloge dans le non-dit
Celui qui pâlit de ne pouvoir m’appartenir
Dépendance insoumise
Fuir
Et puis désir qui s’enlise
You tease
The Shadow that speaks your envy
You forget that she is your release
When bodies intertwined are agony
Living without her is a mischief
But you still destroy the air she breathes
She chockes when you smile at her disease
You forget that she is your release
In pain she is pleased
In tears she is free
In cuts she drinks at her own ease
So keep dragging
The Shadow follows you into the grave
Light made you a slave|
MUSIC
Víkingur Ólafsson – …And at the Hour of Death
Poetic work from Cindy Fournier
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