Lyrics:
Under this grey sky, criddled by flashes, I lost my footing inside me : step by step I lost my footing inside me.
On the blue skin of the dead man, some thin red seaweeds get in a tangle. I\\\'m going where nothing moves around. I offer my body...
Lack of masks of fear. Walking to torture. Scaffold, scaffold...
Huddle up till the unfinal point where the human being becomes a mass. The soil on me dries under the cold wind. It\\\'s no more useful to scream, it\\\'s no more useful to be hurt. Thousand dead at the bottom of stomach have created my abysses. On those bristling faces I can only read patience. Not a word for those hurts. Just a cross.
(English translation by Cécile Ke)
Artist:
Die Form : This is the main multimedia project of Philippe Fichot and Eliane P. Founded in 1979 by Ph. Fichot.
Can be found on:
Poupée Mécanique (CD, Trisol Music Group)
Poupée Mécanique (CD, Normal)
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