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Artist: Marche Funèbre
Canonical path: /marche-funebre/the-dark-corner
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The Dark Corner
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The Dark Corner
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Viens sur mon coeur, âme cruelle et sourde
Tigre adoré, monstre aux airs indolents
Je veux longtemps plonger mes doigts tremblants
Dans l'épaisseur de ta crinière lourde
Come to my heart, cold viper-soul malign
Beloved tiger, hydra indolent
Long will I drag my hands incontinent
And quivering, through this vast loosed mane of thine
Long will I bury throbbing brow and head
Among thy skirts all redolent of thee
And breathe, a blighted flower of perfidy
The fading odour of my passion dead
Dans tes jupons remplis de ton parfum
Ensevelir ma tête endolorie
Et respirer, comme une fleur flétrie
Le doux relent de mon amour défunt
I'll sleep, not live! I'll lose myself in sleep
In slumber soft as Death's uncertain shore
I'll sleep and sow my drowsy kisses o'er
Thy polished coppery arms and bosom deep
Je veux dormir, dormir plutôt que vivre
Dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort
J'étalerai mes baisers sans remords
Sur ton beau corps poli comme le cuivre
Pour engloutir mes sanglots apaisés
Rien ne me vaut l'abîme de ta couche
L'oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche
Et le Léthé coule dans tes baisers
I'll sleep, not live! I'll lose myself in sleep
In slumber soft as Death's uncertain shore
I'll sleep and sow my drowsy kisses o'er
Thy polished coppery arms and bosom deep
To drown my sobs and still my spirit, oh
No boon but thine abysmal bed avails
Poppied oblivion from thy mouth exhales
And through thy kisses floods of Lethe flow
So to my doom, henceforward my desire
I shall submit as one predestinate
And like a martyr, calm, immaculate
Whose fervour prods again his flickering pyre
I'll suck, to drown my hate's eternal smart
Nepenthe, and good bitter hemlock brew
From the sharp rose-buds of thy breast, anew
Thy breast that never did contain a heart
À mon destin, désormais mon délice
J'obéirai comme un prédestiné
Martyr docile, innocent condamné
Dont la ferveur attise le supplice
Je sucerai, pour noyer ma rancoeur
Le népenthès et la bonne ciguë
Aux bouts charmants de cette gorge aiguë
Qui n'a jamais emprisonné de coeur
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