Lost Lenore

Les rues de mort où l'on s'anime
Du sang libéré par les crues
Les cafés chahuts de la crime
Déracinant les avenues

Who's entrading on transit my chamber door
How lost in war is the world and nothing more
Mom, I've had bad dreams and you needn't console me
Unfold your arms so we can walk and talk

Les couloirs sans axes s'embrument
Des bruits sourds forment d'étranges dunes
Le miroir défunt s'efféconde
Le visage tremblant de mon ombre

Who's entrading on transit my chamber door
How lost in war is the world and nothing more
Mom, I've had bad dreams and you needn't console me
Unfold your arms so we can walk and talk

Marche arrière dans les rues de Londres
Au-delà des murs défendus
Deon Street, Dukes Street, Hawkins Road
Son ventre mord, peine absolue

Who's entrading on transit my chamber door
How lost in war is the world and nothing more
Mom, I've had bad dreams and you needn't console me
Unfold your arms so we can walk and talk