Elettra’s Dream
The night in my boudoir is dense
A dream is rising from incense vapours
A mirage of you
Nothing can alleviate these thoughts of you
The usual caress of laudanum is ineffective
Just tell me why
You taste of blood and lead, you penetrate my worl
Just as that pure blade of Archangel Michael
But behind you, there’s a more ancient God who’s calling..
With your uniform on, my Soldie
You seem to me a king adorned with gold and fir
It’s not because of that uniform that I noticed you
It’s the Man inside, who makes me succumb...
Oh forgive my impudence, Madam
But I couldn’t stand it anymore
I know I could even die for yo
Yes, but it’s better than at the battlefront
Oh open to me your opium den, that ambrosia which makes my blood run faste
‘Cause in two days I’ll be back to that hel
Or I’m convicted of deserting.
Touch the Madness now – it’s generous
Tonight there’s no need to ask
It’s a black symphony, but so preciou
It can even treat your Abyss, you’ll see..
Mais vous êtes si loin, vous êtes si loin*
Oh just win and conquer me, my handsome Office
Tonight is our last chance
You’ll have something to remember over there
Amongst the cannon’s thunder
Oh hold me tight, my Majo
Take me again, stronge
It’s nothing, but surel
I know I’m embracing the Death..
Mais vous êtes si loin, vous êtes si loin*
* french for « you are so far away, so far away... »
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