作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea consolatrix has left the building Strolling all alone...across the ancient cemetery...- tell me, isn't everthing here...of a timeless green?! I see that several visitors are also agthered here, having an idle, little saunter on the old graveyard...just like me. i keep a chandle burning for myself so i won't feel all alone; we should have done so, but we never celebrated anythin here at all. A leaden weariness creeps viscously like syrup down the hills, felling everybody...as it crawls upon the monuments...- only i escape its power, for the moment seem immune; yet, two eldery ladies, guarding the right, the future tomb are scolding me, so filled with anger, filled with envy and disdain: "The dead are furios with you! as you're wasting your precios time!" Now there are faces in the carpet, there are people living in the walls; I hear the dead are calling: "sadness lies in wait in the hours before dawn!" These moments, fleeting as they are, they testify to us they are the silent witnesses of a reason about to pass; I cannot but admit, carelessly ignoring life's finiteness, that i am filled with fear and worry...and so much shame because of this. Well, everthing I see, yeas all the iomages are blurred,
it's hard to guess the future in the short-sighted world. How should this simple handicap be lightly well ignored, considering the dreadful blindness with wich i have been born. We should have done so, but we never celebrated anything here at all; I hear the dead are calling: "sadness lies in wait in the darkest hours... ...right before the dawn!"
[00:00.000] 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea [00:01.000] 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea [00:09.387]consolatrix has left the building [00:31.790]Strolling all alone...across the ancient cemetery...- [00:36.379]tell me, isn't everthing here...of a timeless green?! [00:41.209]I see that several visitors are also agthered here, [00:47.290]having an idle, little saunter on the old graveyard...just like me. [01:23.769]i keep a chandle burning for myself so i won't feel all alone; [01:32.519]we should have done so, but we never celebrated anythin here at all. [02:06.728]A leaden weariness creeps viscously like syrup down the hills, [02:12.660]felling everybody...as it crawls upon the monuments...- [02:17.136]only i escape its power, for the moment seem immune; [02:22.256]yet, two eldery ladies, guarding the right, the future tomb [02:30.369]are scolding me, so filled with anger, filled with envy and disdain: [02:32.576]"The dead are furios with you! [02:35.226]as you're wasting your precios time!" [02:57.267]Now there are faces in the carpet, there are people living in the walls; [03:07.599]I hear the dead are calling: "sadness lies in wait in the hours before [03:12.367]dawn!" [03:19.736]These moments, fleeting as they are, they testify to us [03:24.188]they are the silent witnesses of a reason about to pass; [03:29.387]I cannot but admit, carelessly ignoring life's finiteness, [03:33.226]that i am filled with fear and worry...and so much shame because of this. [03:40.156]Well, everthing I see, yeas all the iomages are blurred, [03:43.207] [03:44.376]it's hard to guess the future in the short-sighted world. [03:49.527]How should this simple handicap be lightly well ignored, [03:54.869]considering the dreadful blindness with wich i have been born. [03:59.696]We should have done so, but we never celebrated anything here at all; [04:09.506]I hear the dead are calling: "sadness lies in wait in the darkest hours... [04:19.286]...right before the dawn!"
