Vendredi 28 novembre 2008
By coming back into the railway station,
I realize that my image Resembles,
in all despair,
And then I leave...
And then I accomplish,
I died,
I disappeared in shade,
And I point out that in the taken circumstances,
I died, Hid in shade,
to wait, that you come,
Flared up as a hyena.
I remember,
I have run
For a long time, to avoid them,
They caught me,
And tied me,
left Me,
I shouted,
And I died,
In this whirlwind, whirlwind of despair,
Whirlwind of despair... Whirlwind of despair...
And then I waited,
hid in shade,
The time passed,
The time appeared to me,
too long, all alone in London,
The time passed
And I died,
And I died...
I remember,
I have run
For a long time, to avoid them,
They caught me,
And tied me,
left Me,
I shouted,
And I died,
In this whirlwind, whirlwind of despair,
Whirlwind of despair... Whirlwind of despair...
Par Romane-music
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Dimanche 23 novembre 2008

Wandering, like a somnanbule,

Towards three hours of the morning,

Going towards an invisible energy source.

Not a noise, not a crumpling of sheets,

Then suddenly, a voice in raisonnance speaks you and obsesses you

 

 

Be not turned over,

Advances, advances until more being able to go, Crie, cry, debates you,

And you flees,

Be not turned over…

 

 

Shouting, you run from now on

As quickly as possible,

You hear behind you,

Steps, noises, voices,

Raise the head and looks at the sky…

The moon from now on is hidden,

Te here alone in the shade, running until nowhere.

 

 

Be not turned over,

Advances, advances until more being able to go, Crie, cry, debates you,

And you flees,

Be not turned over…

 

 

Howl, until the end of the night,

You will lose your voice,

You will lose your assets,

But you will have the safe life,

Chosen now,

Be not turned over,

Be not turned over,

But continuous to run,

But you cannot about it any more, R

Be not turned over,

Be not turned over,

But you cannot about it any more,

Opposite the light a car you dazzled, Aveuglé you is turned over,

Not is not turned over,

Behind there is nothing,

All is calm,

You have ran for nothing,

And you now will die of fear, cold and effort…

 

 

Be not turned over,

Advances, advances until more being able to go, Crie, cry, debates you,

And you flees,

Be not turned over…

Par Romane-music
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Dimanche 23 novembre 2008

The night of the horror,

The night of full moon,

If you look in the mirror,

You see the reflection of the Passer moon

through you, the mirror, then the fog, to bury you, and….

 

In the mirror,

Your shade disappears,

And room to this phantom leaves

In the mirror,

He will learn how to you to suffer in silence,

To will burst the eyes,

To will let die, lengthily, lengthily, lengthily In the mirror

 

Now, you have badly,

Why cannot you speak,

Why, you left ace you it,

To suffer thus in silence,

You cannot speak,

You can just suffer,

And you voice nothing, if it return,

You will not know it,

But a shiver you seized,

However, not of noise, not of cries, just the freshness of this powerful breath,

But suddenly…

 

 

In the mirror,

Your shade disappears,

And room to this phantom leaves

In the mirror,

He will learn how to you to suffer in silence,

To will burst the eyes,

To will let die, lengthily, lengthily, lengthily In the mirror

 

 

This time, you know it is to it the end, still like that and you are not there any more…

But this time

It will not return any more,

Too much glad to let you die and suffer in silence.

Cry does not obstruct itself, you are dumb now, nobody will not hear you.

You will die, but in a long time, perhaps, two days, two months, two years,

But you will have to wait, your door is closed with key,

You do not see anything, you cannot nothing say, you are prisoner, forever…

Par Romane-music
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Dimanche 23 novembre 2008

Mon Blog, je l'ai créer pour poster mes chansons que j'écris en anglais, j'écris pas trop des chansons roses, surtout du noir, des fantomes, des glaces, des yeux crevés, du sang, de l'angoisse...

C'est ce qui fait fonctionner mon cerveau pour mes chansons, non non je ne suis pas gothique...

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