Текст песни: Thief of the Adour + перевод

Sun speaks:

Rape me, my dare-devil blood and don’t be afraid to give an old comrade

the rapacity itself as the recent companion on a new way.

But stay away from these most torrent shores and be afraid to fall with your

long ago

overflowed comrade into a furious depth of the sea to a recent companion on a

new way.

Ocean speaks:

My — lost sun — drowning man — exhaust!

A war mob speaks:

To deprive you means to rob me — oh, how foolish! To keep distance stands for

an end:

For the breach between the oldest companion and a new way.

So stay away — my mind for an end — my naive senility.

I will surrender now for the poor sea to destroy the oldest companion and to

create a new way.

Way will create above all — way will create for me

Way will create above all — way will create for itself…

Ocean speaks:

Oh, my weary wanderer, my exhausted sun shape — lay down in this deep bed;

sleep!

And ocean continues:

I would shade mine from this remote and yet new thing but my only defence must

be your death.

So I must carry down whatever has been gnawed through

to help an old companion for a new thing.

Ocean speaks again:

So my — lost son — drowning man — exhaust!

A gust of wind screams:

Shades came and the sun tried to escape from these huge crowds.

But hope was the most foolish and last weakness of a dead companion and a dead

way.

A war mob speaks:

I’m the thief of the adour — I’m the thief of the deceased sun!

I’m the thief of the adour — I’m the thief of the drowned sun!

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