Lost Lenore

Les rues de mort où l'on s'anime Du sang libéré par les crues Les cafés chahuts de la crime Déracinant les avenues Who's entrading on transit my chamber door How lost in war is the world and nothing more Mom, I've had bad dreams and you needn't console me Unfold your arms so we can walk and talk Les couloirs sans axes s'embrument Des bruits sourds forment d'étranges dunes Le miroir défunt s'efféconde Le visage tremblant de mon ombre Who's entrading on transit my chamber door How lost in war is the world and nothing more Mom, I've had bad dreams and you needn't console me Unfold your arms so we can walk and talk Marche arrière dans les rues de Londres Au-delà des murs défendus Deon Street, Dukes Street, Hawkins Road Son ventre mord, peine absolue Who's entrading on transit my chamber door How lost in war is the world and nothing more Mom, I've had bad dreams and you needn't console me Unfold your arms so we can walk and talk