No-one Is There
Lyric by Sopor Aeternus
Now and then I'm scared,
when I seem to forget
how sounds become words
or even sentences ...
No, I don't speak anymore
and what could I say,
since no-one is there
and there is nothing to say ...
So,
I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone ...
listening to the lack of light,
or sound, or someone to talk to,
for something to share ...
but there is no hope
and no-one is there.
No, no, no ...
not one living soul
and there is nothing (left) to say,
in darkness
I lie all alone by myself,
sleeping most of the time
to endure the pain.
I am not breathing a word,
I haven't spoken for weeks
and yet the mistress inside me
is (secretly) straining her ears.
But there is no-one,
and it seems to me at times that
with every passing hour
another word is leaving my mind ...
I am the mistress of loneliness,
my court is deserted
but I do not care.
The presence of people
is ugly and cold and something
I can neither watch nor bear.
So,
I prefer to lie in darkness silence alone,
listening to the lack of light,
or sound,
or someone to talk to,
for something to share ...
but there is no hope
and no-one is there.
No,
I don't speak anymore
and what should I say,
since no- one is there
and there is nothing to say?
All is oppressive,
alles ist schwer,
there is no-one and
NO-ONE IS THERE ...
Lyric by Sopor Aeternus
Now and then I'm scared,
when I seem to forget
how sounds become words
or even sentences ...
No, I don't speak anymore
and what could I say,
since no-one is there
and there is nothing to say ...
So,
I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone ...
listening to the lack of light,
or sound, or someone to talk to,
for something to share ...
but there is no hope
and no-one is there.
No, no, no ...
not one living soul
and there is nothing (left) to say,
in darkness
I lie all alone by myself,
sleeping most of the time
to endure the pain.
I am not breathing a word,
I haven't spoken for weeks
and yet the mistress inside me
is (secretly) straining her ears.
But there is no-one,
and it seems to me at times that
with every passing hour
another word is leaving my mind ...
I am the mistress of loneliness,
my court is deserted
but I do not care.
The presence of people
is ugly and cold and something
I can neither watch nor bear.
So,
I prefer to lie in darkness silence alone,
listening to the lack of light,
or sound,
or someone to talk to,
for something to share ...
but there is no hope
and no-one is there.
No,
I don't speak anymore
and what should I say,
since no- one is there
and there is nothing to say?
All is oppressive,
alles ist schwer,
there is no-one and
NO-ONE IS THERE ...
2 comentarios:
¿Quien eres Tu?
El Último de la Fila
Entre caricias salvajes y zumbidos de motor,
como un destello en la noche
cruzamos campos solitarios.
Y no, yo no estoy loco,
aunque tú me lo quieras hacer creer.
Te recogí en la autopista
y a partir de ahí
fue como un extraño sueño,
entre el viento y entre dudas.
La velocidad, la noche en el exterior.
No te conozco y de pronto
tus dedos como látigos;
y esa mirada. Di porqué.
Si el mundo está vacío...
Mujer, no me mires así.
Te recogí al anochecer.
¿Quién eres tú?
¿Quién eres tú?
Todo es tan raro...
Somos un coche suicida.
Sin una sola luz.
Autopista sin salida
¿Qué es lo que hago aquí yo?
Carreteras del misterio
¿Cuando amanecerá?
No recuerdo de donde vengo
ni se donde debemos estar.
Y no, yo no estoy loco
aunque tú me lo quieras hacer creer.
Sólo mátame con tu mirada lánguida.
Que no recuerde nada más
que esas manos tan frías.
Nunca más amanecerá.
Tu y yo en medio del vendaval.
Tu cuerpo, el mio y nada más.
Tus besos me adormecerán...
¿Quién eres tú? ¿Quién eres tú?
Escalofrios de placer y esa mirada.
Di mujer: si el mundo está vacío
¿Quién eres tú? ¿Quién eres tú?
.. Hermosa La lyric. Me gusta la voz de anna.-
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