West Shore: Where We Lost the Ones Songtext
von Hypno5e

"Toujours plein de colère et enveloppé de misère, le voici."

Far, far
He put everything out of himself
We thought that the dawn
We thought that the dawn would never come back again
Those days without tomorrow
He put everything out of himself
We thought that the dawn
We thought that the dawn would never come back again
Those days without tomorrow

There, where we lost the ones
There, where we yelled a call
Absence is the only lover
Name me back as everything lasts
And where how you lost?


Far, Far
He put everything out of himself
We thought that the dawn
We thought that the dawn would never come back again
Those days without tomorrow

All those broken images, dressed with anger and regrets
By my misconstruction
I may be a god, as I feel all
All those broken images, dressed with anger and regrets
By my misconstruction
I may be a god, as I fell all
All those broken images, dressed with anger and regrets

Human sickly rest aside death
Humans filled into the scar
The wide open scar, filled into the scar

"La sangre tiene razones que hacen engordar las venas
Pena sobre pena y penas, hacen que uno pegue el grito
La arena es un puñadito, pero hay montañas de arena."


The day makes the word
The absence reveals herself
Pale and lost in her train of thought
A place where germs
The thin line reveals the place
Place where the link is
Sad skin that flows

Absence reveals herself
Pale and lost in her train of thought
The thin line reveals the place
Place where the link is
Sad skin that flows

"Ces forêts au fond de lui-même, au-dessus de l′abîme
Claire, se trouvait son coeur. Il s'abandonnait pour suivre
Ses propres racines, loin, jusqu′aux puissantes origines
Là-bas, où sa miniscule naissance était déjà donnée
Toujours aimant, il descendait dans le sang plus ancien
Dans le gouffre, où gisait, gorgé d'ancêtres, les frères."

Wandering
Called on this road
Which leads to nowhere
Which path to take?

Wandering
Let them name us
And run for shores of dust
What will you be?

"De chaque chose terrible, me reconnaissait complice en
Clignant des yeux. Même l'horrible souriait Rarement
Rarement ô mère, ton sourire fut si doux."