La gorge ouverte et décharnée - Celeste

N’as tu jamais senti de mains rances te serrer le cou?

De larmes gorges de pisse,

Plonger lentement jusqu' tes genoux.

La gorge ouverte et dcharne,

Librant le sang qui nage dans ton nez,

Soumise et groguie,

Tu cherches en vain un regard passant.

Presse de vomir,

Tu implores pourtant patiemment.

Prte librer le flux et reflux mourant d’une vie encore gare.

Prte librer le flux et reflux mourant d’une vie encore gare.

Mais sens tu tes cheveux qui craquent sous ses mains,

Tirs,

Arrachs,

Sans rpis d’un geste assassin.

Couverte de sang,

De haine,

Souille tu cours ta fin.

Trahie,

T’as plus qu' pleurer,

Maintenant tu sais qu’il n’y a pas de destin.

Have you ever felt rancid hands squeeze your neck?

Piss-throated tears,

Slowly dive down to your knees.

Throat open and raw,

Freeing the blood that swims in your nose,

Submissive and grouchy,

You search in vain for a passing glance.

Urge to vomit,

Yet you patiently plead.

Ready to unleash the dying ebb and flow of a life still stationary.

Ready to unleash the dying ebb and flow of a life still stationary.

But do you feel your hair crunching under his hands,

Shots,

Arrachs,

Without respite from a murderous gesture.

Covered in blood,

Of hate,

Defile you run your end.

Betrayed,

You just have to cry

Now you know there is no fate.