LYRICS
Ophelia
In silver,
Reflected the illness of despair
This river,
A passage of worlds that heal wounds as they glare
I whisper,
Though insane words, my silence’s missing
I lie here
Blessing the life that I’ll live up here
Ophelia,
My old name screams all you’ve left behind
I linger
Through all the times shining bright
[Green fields of peace
Ophelia, my old karma will find belonging
When will I not need to bleed?]
Rejecting,
Would I be different than that?
Restoring,
A conquer has a price that rests when it turns red
However,
I would not try to consume you
Authentic despair,
This pain I won’t bear to live for a thousand deaths
What calls it unfair,
Glories don’t last more than my secondary death
I dreamt of worlds concealing the fight strength of my longing breath
A secret that dwells in me till...
The Dark Valley
- by Georg Trakl -
In pines a migration of crows flutters away
And green evening fogs rise
And like in dream a sound of violins
And maids run to the dance in the inn.
One hears laughter and shouts of drunkards,
A shower goes through old yews.
In deathly pale window panes
The shadows of the dancers scurry past.
It smells of wine and thyme
And lonely calling resounds through the forest.
The beggars listen on the steps
And begin to pray senselessly.
A deer bleeds to death in the hazel bushes.
Dully gigantic tree arcades sway,
Overloaded by icy clouds.
Lovers rest embraced by the pond.
This Is War
How can you escalate until the bottom of yourself?
The weapon that you wear will bind you so well
Let you blind
Most isolated, arise from the lie
See through me
Bleed, sell out
Sold, a heavy weight
Loaded for nothing
But I can listen still you begging me
To stay and fight your despair
I can’t kill it while you chisel me
Dignus est odio
My God, it’s pouring blood
We don’t deserve but just love
Us filled up with gore
I recognize you no more
My God, it’s pouring blood
I don’t deserve but just love
Us filled up with gore
I recognize me no more
Torn for a commitment
Sound of victims
Oh you’ve grown out the worst of me
But I can’t believe, nor agree
That this insistence will bring any peace
Carry a heavy weapon that nobody believes
Warriors are not here to be approved, but to die as your heroes
So unfair…
We still want peace
We choose to die and we long to die in a war
But this war is only because of you
Balada
- by Georg Trakl -
- tanslated by José Luis Reina Palazón -
Un loco escribió tres signos en la playa,
ante él estaba una muchacha pálida.
Alto cantaba, cantaba la mar.
Ella en la mano un vaso llevaba
que hasta el mismo borde brillaba,
como sangre roja de pesar.
El sol se fue - sin palabra pronunciada,
el vaso tomó la mano alocada
y se lo bebió hasta vaciar.
Se fue la luz entonces de la mano pálida,
el viento borró tres signos en la playa -
Alto cantaba, cantaba la mar.
Supernova
Et occurrent daemonia onocentauris,
Et pilosus clamabit alter ad alterum;
Ibi cubavit Lilith, et invenit sibi requiem.
Rebirth
Blossom humor
Flourish laughs to linger here
Rest within my chest
Dismay, welcome guest
The eternal return…
I carry the universe and I depend on the outside
Learn that you are already the answer
And finding yourself in the dark is seeing every sense that you have is a thankful witness of peace
“I am a forest and a night of dark trees”
Literally embracing me are branches which bleed
Everything I was alive I am more now
Being and not being I will perish forever
I am the truth, I’m a pale ghost
Waiting for freedom, waiting for me...