Ianva
Elettra's Dream
The night in my boudoir is dense, A dream is rising from incense vapours: A mirage of you. Nothing can alleviate these thoughts of you, The usual caress of laudanum is ineffective. Just tell me why: You taste of blood and lead, you penetrate my world Just as that pure blade of Archangel Michael, But behind you, there's a more ancient God who's calling... With your uniform on, my Soldier You seem to me a king adorned with gold and fire It's not because of that uniform that I noticed you: It's the Man inside, who makes me succumb... Oh forgive my impudence, Madame But I couldn't stand it anymore, I know I could even die for you Yes, but it's better than at the battlefront! Oh open to me your opium den, that ambrosia which makes my blood run faster 'Cause in two days I'll be back to that hell Or I'm convicted of deserting. Touch the Madness now - it's generous. Tonight there's no need to ask. It's a black symphony, but so precious It can even treat your Abyss, you'll see... Letras de cancionesMais vous êtes si loin, vous êtes si loin* Oh just win and conquer me, my handsome Officer Tonight is our last chance. You'll have something to remember over there, Amongst the cannon's thunder. Oh hold me tight, my Major Take me again, stronger It's nothing, but surely I know I'm embracing the Death... Mais vous êtes si loin, vous êtes si loin* * french for « you are so far away, so far away... »
From Letras Mania