Oliver Hart — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Bottle Dreams
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Paroles
Everyone knew she was a special young girl
From her neighbors to her teachers
Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius
It was amazing the way she could play the violin
It made it hard for people to believe that she was only ten
But behind every brilliant mind there lies a monster
This one just so happened to be her father
See daddy was sick, he’d get a rush by playin' touchy touch
And tellin' her to keep it hush
It was his secret way of loving that he needed someone he could trust
Fucked her head up, sayin' if Momma was alive she’d be so proud of us
So she’d hide the desire to die
But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking around in the only real hell
No one would ever think she’d have such a story to tell
Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of cryin
She was too young to even know why
And everyday she’d go to the river with a message in a bottle sayin'
Please, God help me I don’t wanna live to see tomorrow
Each day she’d scrounge for a tiny shred of hope
Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat
But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink
I don’t know why but the bottle always sinks
She never sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks
Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks
She made that violin sing with so much pain
You could almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations
What was once sweet and innocent
Is now riding with the psychotic father
Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred
Her instrument was her only tongue
To express the infinite abuse in its depths
At night the footsteps crept to her door and she’d begin to shake and weep
And with tears rolling down her cheeks, she’s pretend she was asleep
When the nightmare was over, and the sun dawn is light
She’d retreat to the same place she always did
Rip a page from her diary, and write with all her might
Then send it off into the current, determined to find a way to live
Being a victim of her daddy’s hands for so long
She lost the will to move on
Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what’s wrong
Exhausted, but staying strong
She tried to play the bright side
But couldn’t bring herself to make
Nothing but sad songs
Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach
Sick of waiting for a rescue
By someone who found one of her bottles
Sick of being daddy’s little secret
She got up at the crack of day
And smashed her violin into pieces
Then proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan
Only this time the diary and bottle was in her hand
Just walk with herself, away from the hell
Not knowing at the river bottom lied all the cries for help
It was weeks before they found her dead body
Some fisherman reeled it from the water
Like something from a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed from desperation
Cause near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles
Traduction des paroles
Ensuite l'envoyer dans le courant, déterminé à trouver un moyen de vivre
Être victime des mains de son père depuis si longtemps
Elle a perdu la volonté de passer à autre chose
Malade de ramasser son violon pour se cacher de ce qui ne va pas
Épuisé, mais rester fort
Elle a essayé de jouer le bon côté
Mais ne pouvait pas se résoudre à faire
Rien que des chansons tristes
Malade de ce sentiment malade qui reste dans son estomac
Malade d'attendre un sauvetage
Par quelqu'un qui a trouvé une de ses bouteilles
Malade d'être le petit secret de papa
Elle se leva au point du jour
Et fracassé son violon en morceaux
Puis se dirigea vers la rivière avec un plan
Seulement cette fois le journal et la bouteille étaient dans sa main
Il suffit de marcher avec elle-même, loin de l'enfer
Ne sachant pas au fond de la rivière a menti tous les appels à l'aide
C'était des semaines avant qu'ils ne trouvent son cadavre
Quelques pêcheurs ramènent de l'eau
Comme quelque chose d'un roman policier
Diagnostic: suicide, issu du désespoir
Parce que près de l'endroit où elle s'est noyée ils ont trouvé environ 500 messages dans des bouteilles coulées