Aorlhac – Nos âmes aux mornes idées Lyrics
Artist: Aorlhac
Song: Nos âmes aux mornes idées
Un soleil maudit, agonisant
Se fige, et de marbre nous laisse
Seuls, démunis face aux plaines
Qui s’endorment, d’une quiétude blême
Au coeur d’hivers longs comme la mort
Dont seul le Cantal sait les secrets
Forçant les hommes
Au long retrait
Forçant les âmes
A l’éternel respect
Lorsque nos oraisons se taisent
Que la raison, amoindrie, s’endort
Que les flavescences s’abrègent
Laissant toute vie, en sommeil
Cette terre si réconfortante
Fertile, glorieuse d’antan
Se pare de son drap d’horreur
Sans compromis, d’une force polaire
Alors naissent les noires pensées
Nos âmes laissées aux mornes idées
Elles qui fleurissent, légions maudites
Et crèvent nos esprits, sans pitié
Lorsque les flacons sont vides
Et les esprits, vifs, torrides
L’espoir renaît puis s’évapore
Et à nouveau, le morne matin
Revient sonner son éternel refrain
J’ai vu ! Une Terre
Vierge de toute trace
Etouffer nos misérables palabres
Les pleurs, la honte, la perte
Fertiles tant de fois
Comme une s#mence à la glèbe
Toutes, tous désormais figés
Dans d’insensibles écrins de glace
Offrant à tout jamais une terrible
Mais splendide grâce
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Nos âmes aux mornes idées Lyrics – English Translation
A cursed, dying sun
Freezes, and marble leaves us
Alone, helpless in front of the plains
That fall asleep, of a pale tranquility
In the heart of long winters like death
Which only Cantal knows the secrets
Forcing men
Long -off
Forcing souls
To the eternal respect
When our prayers are silent
That reason, lessen, falls asleep
That the flavescences are broken
Leaving all life, in sleep
This so comforting land
Fertile, glorious of yesteryear
Adorns himself with her horror sheet
Without compromise, of polar force
So the black thoughts are born
Our souls left to the dreary ideas
They who bloom, cursed legions
And cry out our minds, merciless
When the bottles are empty
And the spirits, lively, torrid
Hope is reborn then evaporates
And again, the dreary morning
Comes up to ring his eternal refrain
I saw ! A land
Virgin of all traces
Breaking our miserable palaver
Crying, shame, loss
Fertile so many times
Like a seed to the glebe
All, all now frozen
In insensitive ice writing
Forever offering a terrible
But splendid grace
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Aorlhac Lyrics – Nos âmes aux mornes idées
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Release Year: 2021