Songs of Love and Hate (2)

un jour je me tairai et ce sera un immense soulagement pour l'humanité tout entière. mais pour l'instant je me réserve encore le droit de parler un peu même si je ne dis rien.
Laurène, je te dédie ce texte, si tu me le permets, et même si, à la base, il a été écrit pour quelqu'un d'autre. je pense comme toi qu'il y a des gens qui ferment toujours leurs minables oreilles pour se concentrer sur leur malheur personnel — même si, fatalement, un jour, ils n'entendent plus que le silence. je crois quand même qu'il en existe certains autres qui n'ont pas besoin d'un blog pour entendre nos cris :)

The Story Of Them All

I’m sitting on this old mountain
Looking over the seas,
Trying to catch the sailor’s song.
Sailing again into purple sunrise
He’s missing the earth, and the graves, and the smiles
But still swimming with stars and winds.
Hear the homesick bells angry ringing,
Ringing the story of them all.

They live with the past and they go with the dust.
They swear that “Hope makes life”
And they condemn life to black and white.
They love and scream,
They tear their skin,
They close their eyes,
They sow tears of blood.
They say they want to leave a trace
And they erase their lives to struggle with shame.
They bet on their own mistakes,
They wish living was much easier.
They refuse to see the way under their feet,
Refuse to walk the line,
And they lose their way into darkness.
They miss us
They’ll able to follow us
If we tell
The story of them all.

Exiled on the ground
Now we’re lost turning round
On the earth raw
With memories that make flowers grow
Come on, let’s take a walk in the dunes,
We’ll all make flowers grow.

I can’t go any further
Can’t breathe, can’t leave
Can’t find any way back through seas and dreams
I can’t walk the line anymore.
To die, to sleep, no matter,
To lie, to run, I don’t care
I’m not there anymore.
Can’t keep the thought of you beside me,
Beloved ghost,
I’m not there anymore.

I’ve lost your track.
I’m fading away with you.
I cannot tell you the story,
The story of them all,
Once again.

So melt me down
Change my name
Cut off the winds
Reap my tears
Destroy the armor
Turn me off
Show me the night
And desperate skies
Free my fingers
From hate and blood
From earth’s neighborhood.

And I stop climbing this old mountain
I wash my heart in the rain
And tell your secrets to the rain
So that we can walk away,
whisper promises to birds and winds
That keep taking us out of here,
Out of here.
And we’ll write together
The story of them all.

They refuse to see the way under their feet,
Refuse to walk the line,
And they lose their way into darkness.
Take my hand,
We'll guide them,
Write the story of them all.

c'est karine qui va être contente… :D