Song | There Was a Country by the Sea |
Artist | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
Album | Songs from the Inverted Womb |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
[00:51.98] | here was a country by the sea |
[00:56.76] | but I cannot say for certain |
[01:01.59] | whether it was part of a lonely isle |
[01:05.77] | or merely some coastal region. |
[01:10.40] | A landing-stage of rotten blanks stretched carefully into the waves |
[01:19.15] | and for one moment I did wonder |
[01:23.53] | what frightening purpose it might serve. |
[01:28.11] | Oh,heavy, roaring |
[01:30.86] | endless seas |
[01:32.64] | what secrets does this rage entomb? |
[01:37.02] | Have ancient memories or hungry ghosts |
[01:41.86] | gathered all their strength |
[01:43.69] | to call for this storm? |
[01:49.14] | Deep-seated gardens |
[01:51.38] | almost a labyrinth |
[01:53.56] | walled in by ruins and rocks ivy-clad |
[01:58.04] | perhaps this strange place had once been a palace |
[02:01.86] | where now viole(n)t bushes bear dark thorns instead. |
[02:07.35] | A young boy was taking me by the hand |
[02:10.67] | and unerringly he was leading me down below the gardens |
[02:18.04] | which I hardly remembered |
[02:20.43] | the moment I took the first step underground. |
[02:24.20] | We came to a room with only small windows |
[02:28.88] | and to my suprise I could somehow still hear |
[02:33.06] | though reduced to a murmur |
[02:35.19] | now chant-like and humming |
[02:37.59] | to once savage voice of the roaring sea. |
[03:10.01] | The boy has built a catacomb |
[03:16.07] | he is living in a tomb |
[03:22.63] | below the ground |
[03:25.22] | where there's no sound |
[03:28.65] | he is hiding from the world. |
[04:28.34] | Something resembling an altar was built there |
[04:32.87] | a secret overshadowed structure and use |
[04:37.08] | underneath |
[04:38.30] | in inanimate self-contemplation |
[04:41.66] | lay a jet-black mass of coal-like granules. |
[04:46.06] | Yet, this dark material had an unearthly lightness |
[04:50.85] | and when I touched it, to feel what it was |
[04:55.08] | it did seem to totally ignore my presence… |
[04:59.75] | without leaving a trace |
[05:01.49] | it came trickling off. |
[05:03.93] | Then out of a sudden from under the barrow something appeared |
[05:10.71] | unexpectedly: |
[05:13.62] | it was the bones of the little boy's mother |
[05:17.63] | which he had placed with greatest care underneath |
[05:47.99] | The boy has built a catacomb |
[05:53.89] | he is living in a tomb |
[05:59.90] | below the ground |
[06:02.59] | where there's no sound |
[06:05.85] | he is hiding from the world |
[07:02.18] | There must have been something in my look(s) |
[07:06.51] | 'cause the little boy started to speak |
[07:11.14] | and to my unvoiced Question of why he had done this |
[07:15.52] | he answered these words to me: |
[07:20.31] | "This is the only way I can be save from her |
[07:25.36] | only this can guarantee |
[07:28.97] | that she will not rise again |
[07:32.50] | because when she does |
[07:34.54] | she is always following me. |
[07:38.71] | There's just no alternative |
[07:41.57] | I cannot escape from her |
[07:43.96] | because as soon as I try |
[07:47.62] | she will get up again |
[07:50.21] | merely to haunt me… |
[07:51.89] | oh, believe me |
[07:53.32] | I have tried numerous times! |
[07:56.79] | But here in these vaults I have finally found something that works like a seal |
[08:05.39] | these jet-black granules do keep me from harm |
[08:09.66] | and her bones can no longer hurt me. |
[08:14.40] | Piled up in a certain |
[08:16.58] | specific form |
[08:18.78] | all the remains must be covered with it |
[08:22.95] | then everything keeps still and for a brief moment I can pretend |
[08:29.72] | that she does not exist. |
[08:32.11] | Yet, all the time I must be on my guards |
[08:36.49] | because now and then it can happen indeed |
[08:40.97] | that frequently the earth does tremble and shaken |
[08:45.80] | and some of the stones are Starting to slip. |
[08:52.36] | So, constantly I have to control the barrow |
[08:57.33] | the jet-black darkness of the coal-like mass |
[09:01.78] | in order to be there |
[09:04.22] | to repair the damage |
[09:06.36] | to pile all back safely and to replace..." |
[09:57.02] | The boy has built a catacomb |
[10:02.87] | he is living in a tomb |
[10:08.82] | below the ground |
[10:11.78] | where there's no sound |
[10:14.88] | he is hiding from the terrible world |
[10:21.94] | It took me a while to realize that we all have secrets and fears… |
[10:33.74] | - is it then a surprise that we close our minds |
[10:39.57] | from the pain that is causing these tears ? |
[10:46.23] | he boy has built a catacomb |
[10:52.18] | he is living in a tomb |
[10:57.48] | far below the ground |
[11:00.92] | where there's no sound |
[11:04.08] | he is hiding from the |
[11:06.29] | terrible world… |
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[00:00.00] | zuo qu : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
[00:51.98] | here was a country by the sea |
[00:56.76] | but I cannot say for certain |
[01:01.59] | whether it was part of a lonely isle |
[01:05.77] | or merely some coastal region. |
[01:10.40] | A landingstage of rotten blanks stretched carefully into the waves |
[01:19.15] | and for one moment I did wonder |
[01:23.53] | what frightening purpose it might serve. |
[01:28.11] | Oh, heavy, roaring |
[01:30.86] | endless seas |
[01:32.64] | what secrets does this rage entomb? |
[01:37.02] | Have ancient memories or hungry ghosts |
[01:41.86] | gathered all their strength |
[01:43.69] | to call for this storm? |
[01:49.14] | Deepseated gardens |
[01:51.38] | almost a labyrinth |
[01:53.56] | walled in by ruins and rocks ivyclad |
[01:58.04] | perhaps this strange place had once been a palace |
[02:01.86] | where now viole n t bushes bear dark thorns instead. |
[02:07.35] | A young boy was taking me by the hand |
[02:10.67] | and unerringly he was leading me down below the gardens |
[02:18.04] | which I hardly remembered |
[02:20.43] | the moment I took the first step underground. |
[02:24.20] | We came to a room with only small windows |
[02:28.88] | and to my suprise I could somehow still hear |
[02:33.06] | though reduced to a murmur |
[02:35.19] | now chantlike and humming |
[02:37.59] | to once savage voice of the roaring sea. |
[03:10.01] | The boy has built a catacomb |
[03:16.07] | he is living in a tomb |
[03:22.63] | below the ground |
[03:25.22] | where there' s no sound |
[03:28.65] | he is hiding from the world. |
[04:28.34] | Something resembling an altar was built there |
[04:32.87] | a secret overshadowed structure and use |
[04:37.08] | underneath |
[04:38.30] | in inanimate selfcontemplation |
[04:41.66] | lay a jetblack mass of coallike granules. |
[04:46.06] | Yet, this dark material had an unearthly lightness |
[04:50.85] | and when I touched it, to feel what it was |
[04:55.08] | it did seem to totally ignore my presence |
[04:59.75] | without leaving a trace |
[05:01.49] | it came trickling off. |
[05:03.93] | Then out of a sudden from under the barrow something appeared |
[05:10.71] | unexpectedly: |
[05:13.62] | it was the bones of the little boy' s mother |
[05:17.63] | which he had placed with greatest care underneath |
[05:47.99] | The boy has built a catacomb |
[05:53.89] | he is living in a tomb |
[05:59.90] | below the ground |
[06:02.59] | where there' s no sound |
[06:05.85] | he is hiding from the world |
[07:02.18] | There must have been something in my look s |
[07:06.51] | ' cause the little boy started to speak |
[07:11.14] | and to my unvoiced Question of why he had done this |
[07:15.52] | he answered these words to me: |
[07:20.31] | " This is the only way I can be save from her |
[07:25.36] | only this can guarantee |
[07:28.97] | that she will not rise again |
[07:32.50] | because when she does |
[07:34.54] | she is always following me. |
[07:38.71] | There' s just no alternative |
[07:41.57] | I cannot escape from her |
[07:43.96] | because as soon as I try |
[07:47.62] | she will get up again |
[07:50.21] | merely to haunt me |
[07:51.89] | oh, believe me |
[07:53.32] | I have tried numerous times! |
[07:56.79] | But here in these vaults I have finally found something that works like a seal |
[08:05.39] | these jetblack granules do keep me from harm |
[08:09.66] | and her bones can no longer hurt me. |
[08:14.40] | Piled up in a certain |
[08:16.58] | specific form |
[08:18.78] | all the remains must be covered with it |
[08:22.95] | then everything keeps still and for a brief moment I can pretend |
[08:29.72] | that she does not exist. |
[08:32.11] | Yet, all the time I must be on my guards |
[08:36.49] | because now and then it can happen indeed |
[08:40.97] | that frequently the earth does tremble and shaken |
[08:45.80] | and some of the stones are Starting to slip. |
[08:52.36] | So, constantly I have to control the barrow |
[08:57.33] | the jetblack darkness of the coallike mass |
[09:01.78] | in order to be there |
[09:04.22] | to repair the damage |
[09:06.36] | to pile all back safely and to replace..." |
[09:57.02] | The boy has built a catacomb |
[10:02.87] | he is living in a tomb |
[10:08.82] | below the ground |
[10:11.78] | where there' s no sound |
[10:14.88] | he is hiding from the terrible world |
[10:21.94] | It took me a while to realize that we all have secrets and fears |
[10:33.74] | is it then a surprise that we close our minds |
[10:39.57] | from the pain that is causing these tears ? |
[10:46.23] | he boy has built a catacomb |
[10:52.18] | he is living in a tomb |
[10:57.48] | far below the ground |
[11:00.92] | where there' s no sound |
[11:04.08] | he is hiding from the |
[11:06.29] | terrible world |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
[00:51.98] | here was a country by the sea |
[00:56.76] | but I cannot say for certain |
[01:01.59] | whether it was part of a lonely isle |
[01:05.77] | or merely some coastal region. |
[01:10.40] | A landingstage of rotten blanks stretched carefully into the waves |
[01:19.15] | and for one moment I did wonder |
[01:23.53] | what frightening purpose it might serve. |
[01:28.11] | Oh, heavy, roaring |
[01:30.86] | endless seas |
[01:32.64] | what secrets does this rage entomb? |
[01:37.02] | Have ancient memories or hungry ghosts |
[01:41.86] | gathered all their strength |
[01:43.69] | to call for this storm? |
[01:49.14] | Deepseated gardens |
[01:51.38] | almost a labyrinth |
[01:53.56] | walled in by ruins and rocks ivyclad |
[01:58.04] | perhaps this strange place had once been a palace |
[02:01.86] | where now viole n t bushes bear dark thorns instead. |
[02:07.35] | A young boy was taking me by the hand |
[02:10.67] | and unerringly he was leading me down below the gardens |
[02:18.04] | which I hardly remembered |
[02:20.43] | the moment I took the first step underground. |
[02:24.20] | We came to a room with only small windows |
[02:28.88] | and to my suprise I could somehow still hear |
[02:33.06] | though reduced to a murmur |
[02:35.19] | now chantlike and humming |
[02:37.59] | to once savage voice of the roaring sea. |
[03:10.01] | The boy has built a catacomb |
[03:16.07] | he is living in a tomb |
[03:22.63] | below the ground |
[03:25.22] | where there' s no sound |
[03:28.65] | he is hiding from the world. |
[04:28.34] | Something resembling an altar was built there |
[04:32.87] | a secret overshadowed structure and use |
[04:37.08] | underneath |
[04:38.30] | in inanimate selfcontemplation |
[04:41.66] | lay a jetblack mass of coallike granules. |
[04:46.06] | Yet, this dark material had an unearthly lightness |
[04:50.85] | and when I touched it, to feel what it was |
[04:55.08] | it did seem to totally ignore my presence |
[04:59.75] | without leaving a trace |
[05:01.49] | it came trickling off. |
[05:03.93] | Then out of a sudden from under the barrow something appeared |
[05:10.71] | unexpectedly: |
[05:13.62] | it was the bones of the little boy' s mother |
[05:17.63] | which he had placed with greatest care underneath |
[05:47.99] | The boy has built a catacomb |
[05:53.89] | he is living in a tomb |
[05:59.90] | below the ground |
[06:02.59] | where there' s no sound |
[06:05.85] | he is hiding from the world |
[07:02.18] | There must have been something in my look s |
[07:06.51] | ' cause the little boy started to speak |
[07:11.14] | and to my unvoiced Question of why he had done this |
[07:15.52] | he answered these words to me: |
[07:20.31] | " This is the only way I can be save from her |
[07:25.36] | only this can guarantee |
[07:28.97] | that she will not rise again |
[07:32.50] | because when she does |
[07:34.54] | she is always following me. |
[07:38.71] | There' s just no alternative |
[07:41.57] | I cannot escape from her |
[07:43.96] | because as soon as I try |
[07:47.62] | she will get up again |
[07:50.21] | merely to haunt me |
[07:51.89] | oh, believe me |
[07:53.32] | I have tried numerous times! |
[07:56.79] | But here in these vaults I have finally found something that works like a seal |
[08:05.39] | these jetblack granules do keep me from harm |
[08:09.66] | and her bones can no longer hurt me. |
[08:14.40] | Piled up in a certain |
[08:16.58] | specific form |
[08:18.78] | all the remains must be covered with it |
[08:22.95] | then everything keeps still and for a brief moment I can pretend |
[08:29.72] | that she does not exist. |
[08:32.11] | Yet, all the time I must be on my guards |
[08:36.49] | because now and then it can happen indeed |
[08:40.97] | that frequently the earth does tremble and shaken |
[08:45.80] | and some of the stones are Starting to slip. |
[08:52.36] | So, constantly I have to control the barrow |
[08:57.33] | the jetblack darkness of the coallike mass |
[09:01.78] | in order to be there |
[09:04.22] | to repair the damage |
[09:06.36] | to pile all back safely and to replace..." |
[09:57.02] | The boy has built a catacomb |
[10:02.87] | he is living in a tomb |
[10:08.82] | below the ground |
[10:11.78] | where there' s no sound |
[10:14.88] | he is hiding from the terrible world |
[10:21.94] | It took me a while to realize that we all have secrets and fears |
[10:33.74] | is it then a surprise that we close our minds |
[10:39.57] | from the pain that is causing these tears ? |
[10:46.23] | he boy has built a catacomb |
[10:52.18] | he is living in a tomb |
[10:57.48] | far below the ground |
[11:00.92] | where there' s no sound |
[11:04.08] | he is hiding from the |
[11:06.29] | terrible world |