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Rêverie
08:07
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Dans ces reves noirs,
je me perds pendant des jours.
Impossible de partir,
je suis son esclave.
Maintenant mon corps est immobile,
palide et maigre.
Est-ce que je veux me réveiller ?
J'aime trop ces blessures
Vivre dans les cendres
sans aucun souffle.
En un autre temps,
dans une autre Terre.
Tous mes souvenirs sont
sous la neige.
Chagrin à moi:
une mort lente.
Couvre-moi de fleurs rouges,
que leurs épines me fait saigner
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2. |
Quiet Grief
07:59
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I am the silent truth that you can't deny.
It's unspeakable; waiting for the light.
It's all or nothing. Landscapes beyond our time.
Holding to these lies keeps the life inside.
Struggling to breathe.
A dark tunnel.
I walk far away.
Leave behind
everything you love.
Pierce the air
like an aimless arrow.
Drowning in my own sea.
Haunted by faceless dreams.
When the starless nights arrive,
I'll be floating in my mind.
Whispering together,
quiet and meaningless.
Distant and more solemn
than a fading star.
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3. |
Monument of Sorrow
05:02
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Lying next to me
I find the corpses
of every moment
I tried to bury.
Floating in the air,
night after night,
the essence of regret
consumes my body.
Grieving for a home long forgotten.
Empty rooms, silent fears.
Remorse is memory awake.
A path that cannot be retaken.
A knife cuts deep,
turns my life to dust.
Looking for an answer
at the edge of this blade.
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4. |
Amapola
01:45
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5. |
Hypnagogic
05:41
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All days have been dreams,
night visions distorted.
Abandoned land
of hopeless tears.
Not quite asleep,
not quite awake.
I walk across the boundaries
of death's glacial embrace.
Standing still on the ledge of this
leap of faith.
Glimpse of eternal twilight,
reaching far and above.
The nightfall cutting deep within
my heavy heart.
I've been set free
from memories.
Falling into the void,
my throat gasping for air.
I feel an endless grief.
The world dies in a blink.
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6. |
Contemplación fúnebre
06:14
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In na koncu
smo samo to:
jezik in smrt,
ker med življenjem
je samo en glas,
ki izziva praznino.
...y aun: que también haya visto las flores yo
allá, visto ya el frágil vacío aullar, yo lloro.
Al final de los tiempos nos queda una nada
absoluta: lo que queda cuando algo termina
y apocalipsis suaves. Quiero no tener parte
del horror, quisiera ser el que fui primero:
un niño, yo, a solas con los campos y sus flores.
Si arde el presente, ardo también con él.
In na koncu
smo samo to:
jezik in smrt,
ker med življenjem
je samo en glas,
ki izziva praznino.
...y al final que nos queden el lenguaje y la muerte.
...verso, sombra y en mí dentro: palabra victoriosa
Pero hoy vuelvo a escribir hasta donde alcancen
mi aliento voraz y acrobacias de inteligencia.
Si arde el presente, ardo también con él.
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7. |
Exit Wounds
11:10
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Float away.
The crimson rivers
called for my kiss,
my freezing embrace.
Open the exit
on my flesh.
My wounds won't heal
after the end of time.
Fading by myself,
leaving nothing to save.
Questions unanswered,
endless beginnings.
A voice calling beyond
the distant stars.
Questions unanswered,
endless endings.
Open the exit
on my flesh.
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