Anacoreta - English lyrics

 


Anacoreta artwork cover
Anacoreta (2023)

Anacoreta/Anchoress

While I dwell in solitude

I feel myself ever more

Shackled to your vague quietude

Hostage of your fleeting love


The time which here doesn't run

Moves the hands of the clock

Kidnaps our souls into the north

Immaculate, simple love


On the blue sky I see stars

In the light of stars I see us

In the daytime love your weakness

In that infinite we're alone


Amidst the waves seduce me

In you I found abundant light

Defeated by its own solitude

Silently you extend hands


"Ever since you left me

Memories are no more than ashes

Time here has never passed

To live is to remember dead pain"


The clock hand that runs not here

Out there flees the void of feelings

On the stars I project my cuts

The planet and its rotations


The fear that caresses my chest

A capricious last hope

Suffering, a narrow path

A posthumous wait, alliance and ode


My joyful loves moves me

I feel nostalgic in pain

At nine when they inject me with medicine

Without first saying please


They call us schizophrenic

For all we've been through together

With such academic bullshit

And their filthy religions


Our history is not over

I know you haven't forgotten me

You've always, always loved me

Being alone always hurt me


"Since you have left me

The days don't have the same colours

The song of the rooster is gone

Food does not have taste"


The clock hand that runs not here

Out there flees the void of feelings

On the stars I project my cuts

The planet and its rotations


The fear that caresses my chest

A capricious last hope

Suffering, a narrow path

A posthumous wait, alliance and ode


"I even recall the nights

When we were alone

Running afraid of the whip

But I loved to hear your voice


From that time of magic

When we were sedated

By the sky that shone down

The violet in our roads


But why all that is gone?

If in no wound did we step

Since the time the priest arrived

Such love we found no more


So many times I tried to run

How many times I dreamt of escape


Deep down I hide a martyr


I do not belong in this place"


"Deep down I hide a martyr

I do not belong in this place"


The clock hand that runs not here

Out there flees the void of feelings

On the stars I project my cuts

The planet and its rotations


The fear that caresses my chest

A capricious last hope

Suffering, a narrow path

A posthumous wait, alliance and ode

Translated by: karol tolstoy


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