A keresés eredménye

The Far Future

I imagine the chaos of the queen coming
In the calm of these ruins
Of my state, my state of mind!
It's the magic of wounded
Thoughts yelling at the same time
Dropped into a rain, an acid rain!
Demon blood, spit out, right there in front of you!
The return of the names of heroes who ruled over fear!
Gold is the alpha of a soldier's short life!
 
I imagine the terror of those who drown in each wave
To lose so little for a place yet to be tamed!
Am I someone innocent?
Or is it Hell that's blessed me?
When I left it, it was sliding out of the water.
 
Everything suggests that curses
Are brought into being without
Anyone having to read a single line!
The screams, have they properly listened
To my voice, my sole alarm?
One more lost in a sea of unknown.
Do I still want to break down the same doors?
Do I still want to hear the same criticisms?
That magic isn't for people like me...
 
I imagine the terror of those who drown in each wave
As if the one dream they have each night could be enough for them...
I'd rather burn myself looking for the flames in each stone,
To magically disappear...
 
I imagine the terror of those who see the sky fall
When the anger of this world makes a storm rage!
A path so narrow, invisible to the common mortal
I've only left it to take a final rest
A last sigh...a smile...
 
What I long for is just a vision of the world!
The one that waves a clover at every battle!
The day the Midnight Eye will open...
 

The Reason Why I Thought I'd Die

You again? Why do you want to talk to me?
Maybe because of time that's left you alone like me...
No one to accompany you, you wanted to speak
To someone that you don't know.
You again? Why do you want to talk to me?
I don't have a single nice story to tell you.
Children's fairytales and adults' good moments
Have become whispers in a life of shouting...
I haven't talked to people anymore, it was boring
To listen to the 1000 ways my face has grown gaunt,
I still remember the last to leave:
The ghost of my soul that didn't want to lie anymore.
I learned to endure the tenths of seconds1:
The price when you can't support yourself anymore
And then cursing who I should have been...
 
You again? But why? Do you want to talk to me?
I'll never be better than what you're seeing!
Sometimes I've yelled my hatred, thinking it would overcome the wind!
It threw it back in my face effortlessly...
 
You again? If you want, you're welcome to sit down...
Even if I live on the street, it doesn't belong to me.
Maybe you could appease my anger, that of a wounded dog
Who still bites out of the fear of pain.
It's strange, you're here but you're so quiet...
I'm so used to hearing noise every moment...
Noise from pieces of money and people's fake conversations
That they all make up so they don't meet my gaze...
I don't lock up anything, I no longer have a safe,
If they want a single cent of mine, I'll offer it to them!
The only thing I ask and which is essential to me,
Is that their shadow doesn't block the sky!
I ignore the rest of the world as they avoid me,
As if I represented the emptiness of their life.
I don't know if we speak the same language!
 
You know what? If you want, you're welcome to stay!
I need to hear a voice other than my own!
In the dead weight of the silence and the pale reflections of the water...
From the beginning, you didn't shrug your shoulders...
 
Where are you going? Is it time for you to leave?
Are you lucky enough to have someone waiting for your return?
If this might flatter you, a new one has just been created
Even if I might not be here tomorrow...
 
Who are you? But why? Do you want to talk to me?
To listen to a fable without the slightest meaning?
A long time ago, I left the discomfort of summer soils2
Out of pride of wanting to talk to people face to face!
A long time ago, I left the discomfort of summer soils
 
Following the path of someone who looks like you...
 

• 1. not really sure what 'des secondes les dixièmes' means, but this is the best I could get
• 2. I can't think of a better translation for 'sols d'été'

WIND

These words that you hear from the same people,
Their shadow and their symptom, you take them without knowing.
Your fears and your dreams, they don't understand.
The gold there in your hands doesn't shine for them.
You feel your distant air but while smiling,
The only way for you to seem normal...
To be accepted in their world, to live cramped in it...
To cut all your sentences short, to hardly speak...
 
Unfailing, you promise to be
Up to it, to forgive everything.
Make a notch in every empty moment,
You fly away much higher than their sky
 
Every step yells to the ground,
You're too used to flying.
Your wings transport your mind!
Fallen before them, they want to help you up
But by making a fist to hurt you.
The lessons they give, you've already forgotten them...
Already forgotten...
 
You stay so calm while seeing their true face,
You know that they're blind to the volcanos in your eyes!
 
Unfailing...
 

You're Not Alone

Since one fine day my heart will stop forever,
Only time will erase my steps.
Let's forget everything now, tomorrow will be bright,
My tears have drowned your oceans.
My words are mute, my joys saddened,
One day I'll listen to your voice.
Let's stop fighting, let's fix our theatre in place,
Let's easily take a risk to play this scene.
Fear gets free and locks me up.
But I share it with you.
 
I'm no longer the only one, let's suffer together in this world that mocks our tears.
Become my hope, let's just become one.
Let me believe your story.
This lost spark is no more than smoke, let's sing about the death of the child that I was!
I become myself again with every laugh every struggle, it doesn't matter what I feel when I know I'm loved...
 
Another change, a mask of the present
That is still frozen in the past.
We keep the trace but it's already fading,
Let's try to forget our regrets.
The stories repeat themselves, our silhouettes as an actor,
A feeble projection of ourselves.
Even if it's nothing, I can accept it
And forget the bad that is mine.
Pride no longer facilitates the slightest action...
So I yell one last time!
 
I'm no longer the only one, for the moment I can rest my heart on yours.
Let's go forward without stopping, like flowers dancing in the wind.
A pain will come, stronger than the others and will destroy what we've made.
But let's still take advantage of the minutes, the memories, every episode before oblivion is a small victory...
 

The Day

Versions: #1
From a deep sleep, you don't breathe anymore,
In front of this scenery, the air has a price,
Your eyes have seen the beautiful flowers of your future, ready to close back up.
THE DAY HAS COME!
 
You leave to seek a light,
Hoping to make the dreams that guided you bloom
As if to convince yourself that what you're living is worth the trouble!
Hesitating is a certainty,
Surrounded by a scent of fear and customs,
This isn't the first time you run toward the forbidden!
 
Blackened Rose! Its kiss hurts you!
A deathtrap wanting to keep the smallest petal intact!
 
Living by punches and violence!
Waltz of flowers, danse macabre1
You contemplate the reflection of your future, as fragile as a dead leaf!
The tiniest bit of hope gets lost in the water,
Like an answer to the wrong question!
You think of the beautiful realities as being impossible
THE DAY HAS COME!
 
Are you quite sure you're still dreaming?
You can't take the roses without pain,
As if the thorns had the power to tempt you!
You'll be able to break the calm,
First breath after drowning,
These endless nights will finally know the radiance of dawn!
 
Blackened Rose! Its kiss hurts you!
Deathtrap! You'll come out of it alive, disgusted with reality!
 
Living by punches and violence!
Waltz of flowers, danse macabre
You contemplate the reflection of your future, as fragile as a dead leaf!
The tiniest bit of hope gets lost in the water,
Like an answer to the wrong question!
You think of the beautiful realities as being impossible
THE DAY HAS COME!
 
This sad tale now illustrates the story of a hero grown,
This day has finally come!
The rose continues to make its deep memories bleed...deep...
 
A whitewashed flower brings you hope!
This magnificent trap, you created it!
The small hero that you are now runs, finally cured of nightmares!
You are the master of all the scents!
Entertained, you watch the future, free from destiny,
Dawn breaks to decorate your secrets with flowers,
THE DAY HAS COME
 

• 1. it translates in English as 'dance of death' but we also just use the French term too, which I prefer

The World

A new day where the worst people sleep like if I hadn't written anything.
7 instants, where a star dies out in the sky, I live them in me!
Am I a superior being because I imagine a world without flaws?
I align again all these words as if they were all my life, all my life!
THEIR DEATH!
 
A last line and my page ends.
As their last face, this ink bleaches.
The same end to each scenario,
Never one letter is too much.
 
Telle me why I only want to bite into one fruit?
What brings me wanting to rip this fragile skin?
 
A new day where the worst people sleep like if I hadn't written anything.
7 instants, where a star dies out in the sky, I live them in me!
Am I a superior being because I imagine a world without flaws?
I align again all these words as if they were all my life, all my life!
No one sees this light burning behind me.
I appear alone in front of them like their master!
 
Telle me why I only want to bite into one fruit?
What brings me wanting to make the world nicer ?
 
A new day where the worst people sleep like if I hadn't written anything.
7 instants, where a star dies out in the sky, I live them in me!
Am I a superior being because I imagine a world without flaws?
I align again all these words as if they were all my life, all my life!
No one sees this light burning behind me.
Eternally will I stay their unique God!
 

Believe in myself

A better tomorrow, lost in a promise, somewhere else
Blind white pupils turn black
Gnawed by sorrow, every moment by the same heat
That of delirium before the great cold
Tarot, lonely, what’s the use of maps
Do you also have to believe in a battle to lose it?
 
Just believe in myself! Run without regretting
Joy will avenge your sad eyes deprived of sparkle!
Just believe in myself!
Strike like a hero!
Set on fire the water wall of the faces so vacant! So bland!
Hope is the beginning of the great moments of glory
So close, just believe in myself!
 
Shape up a dream, turn it into the best of lies
A folly who is her own prisoner
No one follows you when from only one blow you cry, you run away
In search of the unique goal of your life
Sometimes you don’t know where hell is
Out of anger do you run away or continue doing nothing
 
Just believe in myself! I will be able to help you
Like an evening rose which suffers the death of ideas
Just believe in myself! It’s one nightfall
A prison so dark to the faint candle sticks!
Your wishes hardly murmured have all gone away
Out of fear, just believe in myself
 
Just believe in myself! Run without regretting
Joy will avenge your sad eyes deprived of sparkle!
Just believe in myself!
Strike like a hero!
Set on fire the water wall of the faces so vacant! So bland!
Hope is the beginning of the great moments of glory
So close, just believe in myself!
 
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