Lyrics Mediterranean Widow - Cinema Strange

Mediterranean Widow

Over the eyes of the slow slipping under, the dead call their names…
A motley assembly of specters and wraiths!
Twice in the morning the old widow
screamed…
Footsteps on floorboards and damp in the dust of the sill
Nobody, nobody’s there… nobody, nobody’s there
«The deep-dwelling spirits are here and their moans have stirred up the silt on
the graves of our husbands!
Their fingers are ice, and they constantly tell of the fact that their saga
left no one to spare.»
Nobody, nobody’s there
Nobody, nobody’s there…
(Part Two)
Ignorant maids in the morning laugh wonderfully, lightly, reflecting the chill
of the old widow’s screaming man drowning!
She trusts not the wind, who’s loving embrace only tore deep and then fled in
fear
Nobody, nobody’s there
Nobody, nobody’s there…
«I pray with the skill of a funeral guild and my eyes have run dry from long
hours reeling!
I know not the time, for the seasons have spun me and trussed up my wits…
and there’s salt in my hair.»
Nobody, nobody’s there
Nobody, nobody’s there…
(Refrain (sung alternately by the widow and the ghost of her dead husband))
«I line the shore like waning winter!
There’s salt in my hair and no one is
near!»
«I am the eastern sky, I am the twisting sea!
I go alone, look, there’s nobody
here with me!»
«I'm skipping merrily, logical atrophy, and I’m alone, there’s nobody here but
me!»
«I line the shore like waning winter!
There’s salt in my hair and no one is
near!»
«I am the eastern sky, I am the twisting sea!
I go alone, look, there’s nobody
here but me!»
«I'm swimming merrily, logical atrophy, and I’m alone, there’s nobody here but
me!»
«I line the shore like waning winter!
There’s salt in my hair and no one is
near…»