Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nixi Dii, artist - Eths. Album song Ankaa, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 21.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: French
Nixi Dii(original) |
voix chargées de crécelle, enfermées sur le monde qui en ont vu tellement. |
lucine éponge, lave le sang. |
rien ne sert de savoir si mâle ou femelle. |
de compter les coups de pelle qui peinent un coeur brûlant. |
ils ne seront jamais loin. |
brilles arides qui attendent leur pauvre tour. |
lucine éponge, lave le sang. |
tiens, tenailles qui serrent encore et toujours mais ne rendent jamais. |
labre bas. |
le ventre vide, lucine regarde vers le cieux. |
la lune suppliant le géant. |
si vide, lucine, envieuse, attend. |
enterre-les donc encore! |
enterre, lucine, si bien. |
personne n’en saura rien. |
resserre, lucine, les liens. |
tu les envies si fort. |
nul autre ne le tient. |
même le plus maudit. |
dis le désir si obsédant. |
hithyie ne fait pas de détour. |
lucine se ment, passe son tour. |
ceux qui furent bannis, puniront sans merci. |
les si mauvaises chairs, les marâtres |
un seul cri sorti d’une bouche bée. |
sur les 800 âmes du marais sourd. |
infante et fils, l’un fend l’autre. |
lucine se ment, rêve trop lourd. |
bas, |
le ventre vide, lucine regarde vers le cieux. |
la lune suppliant le géant. |
si vide, lucine, envieuse, attend. |
exhausse le voeu, compte le creux. |
crève le coeur de lucine, crève-le! |
dis-leur qu’ils m’ont oubliée. |
notre heure est belle à pleurer. |
tu m’effeures, je suis là, petit corps. |
je suis là, reste encore. |
ton odeur me plaît bien. |
tu sommeilles. |
ça me rend à peine. |
reste encore. |
compte les tombes, compte les tombes de junon. |
plante le pieu, comble le creux. |
crève le coeur de lucine, crève-le! |
exhausse le voeu, compte le creux. |
crève le coeur de lucine, crève-le! |
(translation) |
Rattle-laden voices, locked in the world that's seen so much. |
lucine sponge, wash away the blood. |
there is no point in whether male or female. |
to count the shovel strokes that toil a burning heart. |
they will never be far. |
arid shines awaiting their poor turn. |
lucine sponge, wash away the blood. |
here, pincers that squeeze again and again but never give back. |
low wrasse. |
with an empty stomach, Lucine looks up to the heavens. |
the moon pleading with the giant. |
so empty, lucine, envious, waits. |
bury them again! |
bury, lucine, so well. |
no one will know. |
tightens, lucine, the links. |
you crave them so badly. |
no one else holds it. |
even the most cursed. |
say the desire so haunting. |
hithyie does not detour. |
Lucine lies to herself, passes her turn. |
those who were banished will punish mercilessly. |
the so bad flesh, the stepmothers |
a single cry from a gaping mouth. |
on the 800 souls of the deaf marsh. |
infanta and son, one splits the other. |
Lucine lies to herself, dream too heavy. |
low, |
with an empty stomach, Lucine looks up to the heavens. |
the moon pleading with the giant. |
so empty, lucine, envious, waits. |
grant the wish, count the hollow. |
burst Lucine's heart, burst it! |
tell them they forgot me. |
our hour is beautiful to cry. |
you touch me, I'm here, little body. |
I'm here, stay again. |
I like your smell. |
you are sleeping. |
it hardly makes me. |
keep staying. |
count the graves, count the graves of juno. |
plant the stake, fill the hollow. |
burst Lucine's heart, burst it! |
grant the wish, count the hollow. |
burst Lucine's heart, burst it! |