Requiem

歌詞

Slowly, slowly, the heavy golden days Slide past like honey off a spoon. The fire hisses and the wind outside Shakes the windows in their frames. People pass outside, their lives like tramlines, Moving in some silent, ritual passage, Faces blank as water, their eyes folded and secret, Clutching themselves to themselves Corsetted and strapped against the world’s tricks... Nothing makes them jump. These autumn weeks slip past Like a timeless river, never to return, A sightless melancholy washes the faces, and the streets; They say that those who die from exposure At the end, cuddle in their snow shrouds As if a were a lover’s arms, Warm and sleepy as the Lady takes them home For the last time; As the storm clouds of hysteria thicken and rumble On horizons far away, I wonder if this stupor is our last golden dream And if we’ll ever wake from it again.