Текст песни Galas Diamanda - Blind Man`s Cry
Galas Diamanda - Blind Man`s Cry слова песни
by Tristan CorbiereThe Murdered eye is not deadA spike still splits itNailed up I am coffinlessThey drove the nail in my eyeThe nailed eye is not deadAnd the spike still splits itDeus misericorsDeus misericorsThe hammer pounds my wooden headThe hammer that will make the crossDeus misericorsDeus misericorsThe undertaker birdsAre thus afraid of my bodyMy gologotha is not overLamma lamma sabacthaniDoves of DeathBe thirsty for my bodyRed as a gun-portThe sore is on the edgeLike the drooling gumOf a toothless laughing old womanThe sore is on the edgeRed as a gun-portI see circles of goldThe white sun bites meI`ve two holes pierced by an iron barReddened in the forge of hellI see a circle of goldThe sky`s fire bites meIn the marrow twistsA tear which comes outI see inside paradiseMiserere de profundisIn my skull twistsA sulfur tear which comes outBlessed the good dead manThe saved dead man who sleepsHappy the martyrs the chosenWith the Virgin and the JesusOh blessed the dead manThe judged dead man who sleepsA knight outsideReposes without remorseIn the hallowed cemeteryIn his granite siestaThe man of stone outsideHas two eyes without remorseOh, I feel you stillYellow moors of ArmorI feel my rosary in my fingersAnd Christ in bore on the woodI gape at you stillO dead Armor SkyPardon for praying hardLord, if it is fateMy esyes two burning holy-water fontsThe devil puts his fingers insidePardon for crying loudLord against fateI hear the northwindWhich bugles like a hornIt is the hunting call for the kill of the deadI bay enough on my ownI hear the northwindI hear the horn`s knell(Translation by Kenneth Koch & Georges Guy)