A keresés eredménye

The Root

At the root of our hearts, the day after our misfortunes
Our eyes have clouded over these shared wrongs
At the last sign of an embrace, at the stepping stone of our fates
Doubt stifles our greatest joys, we keep going in the fog
 
Our feelings have clouded over these burning roses
Your smile dances in my memory, my calls get lost in the dark
The promise of our feelings becomes confounded at the root of time
 
At these uncertain words, I'll flee from my pain with poison
 
At the root of our hearts, the morning after our misfortunes
Our eyes have clouded over these shared wrongs
At the last sign of an embrace, at the stepping stone of our fates
Doubt stifles our greatest joys, we keep going in the fog
 

Everything Disappeared

The contempt that you took from me,
I've kept it buried away
To make a bronze heart
That no flame can melt
 
And everything disappeared
I don't remember very well
What I wanted
It was nothing anyway
 
We don't come near each other anymore
I'm not worried about it
But suddenly everything stopped
I felt this tune whistle...
 
And everything disappeared
I don't remember anything
About the things I held onto
They're already so far away
 
And everything disappeared
I don't remember very well
What I wanted
It was nothing anyway
 
But they all disappeared
I don't remember anything
But they all disappeared
I don't remember anything,
I don't remember anything...
 

Heart of a Legionair

The memory of death and hell
I carry it with me
It burns my lips because we were mortal
You too, you know it well
 
But these times of pain won't bring you nothing anymore
At the bottom of the night, I lit fire
For a friend, a love and my honor
But you that I loved so much even harder than my soul
I kept a tear for when I'll think of you
 
Anarchist, I have learned to remain silent
It's never very easy to do so
The desert where everything gets lost is calling these mirages
I do not shut my eyes, I shed no more tears
 
I as well, like you, kept my homeland
Today, I'm not even afraid of hell
I have an anarchist's head and the heart of a legionary
This is why I left and today I am dying at war
 

My Last Wish

I who have lived without scruples,
I must die without remorse.
I have had my share of dawns and dusks,
I must not cry out for 'more!'
I the atheist, the poor wretch
Who took Satan for a novice,
I give back my soul, head bowed.
Death draws me by the hair.
 
To live, to live
Even without sunshine, even without Summer
To live, to live
That is my last wish.
 
Tell me that the Good Lord exists,
That he has a beard and hands.
That Saint Peter is the good guy,
They described to me in the books.
Tell me that angels have wings,
Tell me that chickens have teeth,
That I will play the cello,
Up there in my white suit.
 
To live, to live
Even homeless, even shoeless.
To live, to live
That is my last wish.
 
I blasphemed freely,
And from here I can hear my friends
Shout: 'The traitor, the fool,
He is dying like a vulgar Christian.'
They must forgive me if I am cowardly,
I want to laugh as much as they do.
But when one find oneself in my place,
We succumb to old age all the same.
 
To live, to live
Even lame, even by half.
To live, to live
That is my last wish.
 
I see the dark light,
It is as Father Hugo said.
I who thinks not of history,
I lack the mind to think about it.
No, I really no longer have the strength,
To play one last game with words.
I am leaving through the little door,
I am scared stiff.
 
To live, to live
When you have to go, you have to go.
To live, to live
Lord Saint Peter, a favour.
 
To live, to live
In full sunshine, in full Summer
To live, to live
That is my last wish
 
To live, to live, to live, to live.
 

The station dock

And i capitulate-
I do not see anything else to do
since i lost
my iron alliances,
carries away by the breath
of trains without stop,
and what i was borrowing
never left
 
i wait on the quay
an i don't know what
I never hide
why i did not leave
I wait on the quay
a different story
 
I never looked
what was wrong
course to lose breath
catch what you want,
but do not limit yourself-
they are already too old
did you pass your chances?
no, it's not finished
serve your fists on the door
stools open to infinity