Instrumental
Traduction: Dead Can Dance. Les fleurs de la mer.
you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea
, write novels Spit it like Aristotle, face half Pharoah And half owl, I took the path of Cairo Came back with the Dead Sea Gospel Now known as the Dead
house Voice 1: I've been insane well the time is slow Voice 2: I've been to a society whith you can't see yourself and you can't Feel sunshine Voice
sharks play Weapons left behind, we dueling with the mind You blind, crippled, or crazy, you're real easy to find Struggling to flow with hemorrhages in your throat Getting the lap dance
gives way to a little giggle and sudden blush and in my molecules, the vast eternity of invention [can you smell my fever mama? can you smell my poor
are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead
where I?m going The glass is raised 'cause they can?t keep me down You strike the drum, wake the dead, bring the children You tell your friends that the sea
:] I rest upon the riverbank, worshipper of my thrills The crackling of the dead leaves counts the steps that lead me to the sea [Chorus:] Listen to
Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea
ball Blue as beggars, beaten, bleeding Tired eyes made of rust And we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust No no there's no one you can
it like Aristotle, face half Pharoah And half owl, I took the path of Cairo Came back with the Dead Sea Gospel Now known as the Dead Street Apostle We
how sharks play Weapons left behind We dueling with the mind You blind, crippled, or crazy You're real easy to find Struggling to flow with hemorrhages in your throat Getting the lap dance
those who trumpet blazenly are made to teeth aluminum and forfeit parted lips. The same breath blows hot and cold but our hides of dead skin can't distinquish
