Varathron — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson The King Of Asine
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Paroles
We looked all morning around the castle
Starting from the shaded side
There where the sea
Green and without luster — breast of a slain peacock
Received us like time without an opening in it
Veins of rock dropped down from high above
Twisted vines, naked, many — branched, coming alive!!!
Hollow in the light
Like a dry jar in dug earth
At the water’s tough, while the eye following them
Struggled to escape the tiresome rocking
Losing strength continually
On the sunny side a long open beach
And the light striking diamonds on the huge walls
No living thing, the wild doves gone
And the king of Asine, whom we’ve been
Trying to find for two years now
Unknown, forgotten by all, even by homer
Only one word in the Iliad and that uncertain
Thrown here like the gold burial mask
You touched it, remember it’s sound?
Hollow in the light
Like a dry jar in dug earth
The same sound that our oars make in the sea
The king of Asine, a void under the mask
Everywhere with us, everywhere with us
Under a name: «??? ??: ??? ??:»
And his children statues and his desires
The fluttering of birds, and the wind
In the gaps between his thoughts
And his ships anchored in a vanished port
Under the mask… a void!!!
Behind the large eyes the curved lips, the curls
Carved in relief on the gold cover
Of our existence!!!
A dark spot that you see traveling like a fish
In the dawn calm of the sea
A void everywhere with us
And the bird that flew away last winter
With a broken wing a bode of life
And the young woman who left to play
With the dogteeth of summer
And the soul that sought the lower world
Squeaking, and the country like a large
Plane — leaf swept a long by the torrent
Of the sun with the ancient monuments
And the contemporary sorrow… sorrow!!!
Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring
And from the depths of the cave
A startled bat, hit the light
As an arrow hits a shield:
Could that be the king of Asine
And the poet lingers, looking at the stones
And asks himself, does there really exist
Among these ruined lines, edges, points
Hollows and curves, does there really exist
Here where one meets the path of rain
Wind and ruin, does there exist
The movement of the face, shape of the
Tenderness!!!
Of those who’ve shrunk so strangely
In our lives
Those who remained the shadow of waves
And thoughts with the seas boundlessness
Or perhaps no, nothing is left but the weight
The nostalgia for the weight of
A living existence!!!
Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring
And from the depths of the cave
A startled bat, hit the light
As an arrow hits a shield:
Could that be the king of Asine!!!
There where we now remain unsubstantial
Bending like the branches of a
Terrible willow — tree heaped in
Permanent despair
While the yellow current slowly
Carries down rushes up — rooted
In the mud image of a form that
The sentence to everlasting bitterness
Has turned to marble the poet a void!!!
Behind the large eyes the curved lips
The curls, carved in relief on the
Cold cover of our existence!!!
A dark spot that you see
Traveling like a fish
In the dawn calm of the sea
A void everywhere with us
And the bird that flew away last winter
With a broken wing abode of life
We’ve been searching for so carefully
On this acropolis
Sometimes toughing with our fingers
His touch upon the stones
The king of Asine, a void under the mask
Everywhere with us, everywhere with us
Under a name:
And his children statues and
His desires the fluttering
Of birds!!!
Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring
And from the depths of the cave
A startled bat, hit the light
As an arrow hits a shield:
Gould that be the king of Asine!!!
King of Asine, king of Asine!!!
Traduction des paroles
Et le poète s'attarde, regardant les pierres
Et se demande, existe-t-il vraiment
Parmi ces lignes ruinées, bords, points
Creux et courbes, existe-t-il vraiment
Ici, où l'on rencontre le chemin de la pluie
Le vent et la ruine, existe-t-il
Le mouvement du visage, la forme de la
La tendresse!!!
De ceux qui ont rétréci si étrangement
Dans nos vies
Ceux qui sont restés l'ombre des vagues
Et les pensées avec les mers sans limites
Ou peut-être non, il ne reste plus que le poids
La nostalgie du poids de
Une existence vivante!!!
Porteur de bouclier, le soleil a grimpé en guerre
Et des profondeurs de la grotte
Une chauve-souris effrayé, frapper la lumière
Comme une flèche frappe un bouclier:
Ça pourrait être le roi D'Asine!!!
Là où nous restons maintenant sans fondement
Flexion comme les branches d'un
Terrible saule entassé dans
Permanent désespoir
Alors que le courant jaune lentement
Porte en bas se précipite enracinée
Dans l'image de boue d'une forme qui
La phrase à l'amertume éternelle
A tourné au marbre le poète un vide!!!
Derrière les grands yeux les lèvres courbes
Les boucles, sculptées en relief sur l'
Couverture froide de notre existence!!!
Une tache sombre que vous voyez
Voyager comme un poisson
À l'aube du calme de la mer
Un vide partout avec nous
Et l'oiseau qui s'est envolé l'hiver dernier
Avec une aile cassée demeure de vie
Nous avons cherché si soigneusement
Sur cette Acropole
Parfois difficile avec nos doigts
Son contact sur les pierres
Le roi D'Asine, un vide sous le masque
Partout avec nous, partout avec nous
Sous un nom:
Et ses enfants statues et
Ses désirs le flottement
Des oiseaux!!!
Porteur de bouclier, le soleil a grimpé en guerre
Et des profondeurs de la grotte
Une chauve-souris effrayé, frapper la lumière
Comme une flèche frappe un bouclier:
Gould qui est le roi D'Asine!!!
Roi D'Asine, roi d'Asine!!!