Текст песни Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble of Shadows Consolatrix

Has Left The Building

Strolling all alone across the ancient cemetery,
Tell me, isn't everything here of a timeless green?!
I see several visitors are also gathered here,
Having an idle, little saunter on the old graveyard just like me.

I keep a candle burning for myself, so I won't feel all alone;
We should have done so, but we never celebrated anything here at all.

A leaden weariness creeps viscously like syrup down the hills,
Felling everybody as it crawls upon the monuments...
Only I escape its power, for the moment seem immune;
Yet, two elderly ladies, guarding the right, the future tomb
Are scolding me, so filled with anger, filled with envy and disdain:
"The dead are furious with you! As you're wasting your precious time!"

Now there are faces in the carpet, there are people living in the walls;
I hear the dead are calling: "Sadness lies in wait in the hours before dawn!"

These moments, fleeting as they are, they testify to us
They are the silent witnesses of a season about to pass;
I cannot but admit, carelessly ignoring life's finiteness,
That I am filled with fear and worry and so much shame because of this.

Well, everything I see, yes, all the images are blurred,
It's hard to guess the future in the short-sighted world.
How should this simple handicap be lightly well ignored,
Considering the dreadful blindness with which I have been born.

We should have done so, but we never celebrated anything here at all;
I hear the dead are calling: "Sadness lies in wait in the darkest hours...
...right before the dawn!"