Diamanda Galas — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Orders From The Dead
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Paroles
HE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
But these flames are NOT new
To OUR dead
OUR dead did cry their final prayer in those flames
Our dead did sing their last lullaby in those flames
Our dead prayed to our infidelite God in those flames
Our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother
IN THOSE FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
OUR dead clawed their children close in
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
OUR dead watched their daughters
RAPED AND BEATEN
In the still-burning of THOSE FLAMES
OUR dead watched an ax remove their
Mother’s skull
And crown a wooden spit
In the continuous burning of THOSE FLAMES
OUR DEAD watched while Chrysotomos
Eyes and tongue were pulled out
Teeth and fingers broken, one by one
In the laughing and the cheering
OF THOSE FLAMES
OUR DEAD watched their sisters drenched with gasoline
And scream with melting skin
«THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES»
OUR DEAD gave birth to Turkish victories
The gurgling and then dying trophy
On a bayonet which marked the borders of
THE WORLD WHICH IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
OUR DEAD WERE DRAGGED IN MARCHES
THROUGH THE DESERT SUN
FOR WEEKS UNTIL THE SUN BURNED OUT THEIR LUNGS
And when the desert sun which was burning them like flames
Ripped apart their lips, we heard the final prayer
LORD GOD HAVE MERCY LORD UPON OUR SOULS!
They saw the WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
Buried, not yet dead inside the pits
Engraved:
«GIAOURI, INFIDELI:
OUR GOD HAS CHOSEN YOU TO DIE»
And now the unblessed dead have ordered us to say:
THIS is my GRAVE, MY HOLY BED
YOU CANNOT take it
YOU can NOT ERASE MY NAME
YOU can NOT ERASE OUR DEAD
YOU CANNOT ERASE THE DEAD
Because we have been ordered now
To list their names, their numbers
To give their date of birth, their earthly city
Their father’s name, the sweetness
Of their mother’s eyes
GOODBYE
GOODBYE
GOODBYE
And forevermore
We’ll see you when the desert meets the sky
But do not FORGET MY NAME
And so these were the orders from the dead
Said without a word but with a final glance:
The
SECOND
Granted to the Infidel
Since an Infidelite Hell
Should NOT require a prayer
Should NOT require a silent moment
And now the Infidel is told
To forgive and to forget
To understand:
Advance into a paradise of Dead Memories
Of Living Death, the Old Folks Home
Of Catatonia
Of Madness
And Despair
«Do not ask me for the NUMBER of that Grave:
It has been stolen.»
«What IS this love for bones and dirt?
Put this ancient thing behind you, Infidelite
You HAVE no claim to GOD
You Have no claim to PEACE
YOu HAVE no claim to JOY
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
GIAVOURI!!!
Remember just how lucky, sperm of Satan
That you are:
To even BE
Alive
NOW!
HERE!
ACROSS THE SEA!
GIAVOUR!
You HAVE no God
A man without a God
Can NOT be burned ALIVE
He never WAS alive
Not as a MAN, giavour
But as a DOG."
BUT I HAVE orders from the Dead
That warn me:
«DO NOT FORGET ME:
My blood will fill the air you breathe
FOREVER.»
«MY DEATHBIRD is Not DEAD
HE CARRIES ALL MY TEETH:
MY SMILE OF UNFORGETFULNESS
MY LAUGH!
VRYKOLAKA!
I am the man unburied
Who CANNOT sleep
IN FORTY PIECES!!!
I am the girl
Dismembered
And unblessed
I am the open mouth
That drags your flesh
And will never rest
Until
MY DEATH IS WRITTEN
IN A ROCK THAT CAN
NOT BE
BROKEN!"
And these are the orders
From The Dead
Traduction des paroles
On se verra quand le désert rencontrera le ciel
Mais N'oublie pas mon nom
Et donc ce sont les ordres des morts
Dit sans un mot mais avec un dernier regard:
Le
DEUXIÈME
Accordée à l'Infidèle
Depuis un enfer infidèle
Ne devrait pas exiger une prière
Ne devrait pas nécessiter un moment de silence
Et maintenant l'infidèle est dit
À pardonner et à oublier
Comprendre:
Avancez dans un paradis de souvenirs morts
De la mort vivante, La Maison des vieux
De La Catatonie
De La Folie
Et Le Désespoir
"Ne me demandez pas le numéro de cette tombe:
Il a été volé.»
"Quel est cet amour pour les os et la saleté?
Mettez cette chose ancienne derrière vous, infidèle
Vous n'avez aucune prétention à Dieu
Vous n'avez aucune prétention à la paix
Vous n'avez aucune prétention à la joie
VOUS N'AVEZ AUCUNE RÉCLAMATION
VOUS N'AVEZ AUCUNE RÉCLAMATION
VOUS N'AVEZ AUCUNE RÉCLAMATION
GIAVOURI!!!
Rappelez-vous à quel point la chance, sperme de Satan
Que vous êtes:
De même
Vivant
Maintenant!
ICI!
À TRAVERS LA MER!
GIAVOUR!
Vous n'AVEZ pas de Dieu
Un homme sans Dieu
Ne peut pas être brûlé vif
Il n'a jamais été vivant
Pas comme un homme, giavour
Mais comme à un CHIEN."
Mais j'ai des ordres d'entre les morts
Qui m'avertir:
«NE M'OUBLIEZ PAS:
Mon sang remplira l'air que vous respirez
TOUJOURS.»
"Mon oiseau de mort N'est pas mort
IL PORTE TOUTES MES DENTS:
MON SOURIRE DE UNFORGETFULNESS
MON RIRE!
VRYKOLAKA!
Je suis l'homme sans sépulture
Qui ne peut pas dormir
EN QUARANTE MORCEAUX!!!
Je suis la fille
Démembré
Et sans être bénis
Je suis la bouche ouverte
Qui traîne ta chair
Et ne se reposera jamais
Jusqu'
MA MORT EST ÉCRITE
DANS UN ROCHER QUI PEUT
NE PAS ÊTRE
Cassé!"
Et ce sont les ordres
D'Entre Les Morts