Gérard Manset - Marchand de rêves Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Dream-merchant

Dream-merchant
With your hollow boat
Surrounded by miserable women
Dream-merchant
On the blood lake shore
No one is up now
When the sun gets low
And all the yellow-skinned children
With faun eyes
Like bursting balloons
Dream-merchant
 
Dream-merchant
Go farther away
Spilling your golden powder
No one is up now in the streets (5)
No one is up now in the streets of Angkor (2)
Amidst dancing girls
With curved lips
You can see the nails, the fingers
Of those who fell (2)
 
Dream-merchant
On the blood lake shore
No one is up now
When the sun gets low
With your red powder
Your golden eyes, your boat
And children still moving
Inside the bag
 
Dream-merchant
Go farther away
Deep in the slanting eyes
In the golden eyes
No one is up now in the streets of Angkor
No one is up now in the streets
With your red powder
Your golden eyes, your boat
And the children still moving
Inside the bag
 
Dream-merchant
Go farther away
Hit harder
In the deathly silence
No one is up now in the streets of Angkor
No one is up now in the streets
 
Dream-merchant
Go farther away
Spilling your golden powder
No one is up now in the streets...
No one is up now in the streets of Angkor...
Amidst dancing girls
With curved lips
You can see the nails, the fingers
Of those who fell (2)
 
Dream-merchant
Go still farther away
In your boat on the shore
Dream-merchant
Let them fall from the bag
These cut heads
That are still singing
No one is up now in the streets of Angkor
 


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