Paroles The city in the sea Akin

The city in the sea

A stir is in the air, the waves
There is a movement there
As if the towers had thrust aside
In sinking the dull tide
The waves have now a redder glow
The hours are breathing faint
And low down down that town shal settle

Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim west
Where the good and bad
And the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.

There shrines palaces and towers resemble nothing
That is ours
Around by lifting winds forgot resignedly
Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie

Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down

No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town.
But light from but the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets and gleams
Up the pinnacles far and free

L des temples ouverts et des tombes b©antes
B¢illent au niveau de vagues ©tincelantes
Mais ni la richesse de chaque idole
Ni les morts ne tentent les eaux hors
De leur lit car aucune lame ne s'enroute h©las
I li long de cette solitude de verre aucun gonflement
Ne raconte qu'il peut ªtre
Des vents sur quelque mer plus heureuse du loin
Aucune houle ne sugg©re que des vents
Ont ©t© sur des mers d'une moins
Hideuse s©r©nit©
Mais voici! Un branle est dans l'air la vague
Il y a un mouvement comme si les tours
Avaient repouss© en sombrant doucement
L'onde morne comme si les fa®tes avaient
Alors faiblement fait le vide dans les cieux
Fig©s les vagues ont pr©sent une lueur plus
Rouge les heures respirent sourdes et faibles
Et quand parmi les g©missements autres que de la terre
Tr©s bas th©s bas cette ville hors d'ici s'©tablira
L'enfer se levant de mille tränes lui rendra hommage

Death has reared himself a throne in a strange city
Lying alone far down within the dim west
Where the good and the bad
And the worst and the best
Have gone in their eternal rest.

Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down

From the sun and the stars whence I had drown
Froth a passionate light such for my spirit was fit