Lucia – fatalité


Is it the hem of my skirt that is dancing?
Is it the bleached gold color of the sky?
Only momentary things are beautiful
Among those, there’s love

Is it the silver magnolia that blooms at dawn?
Is it the shedded skin of the butterfly that has left?
Out of all the beautiful things in the world
The thing that most easily withers is love

fatalité fatalité
I will follow you anywhere
Me, who used to sing, trapped in a birdcage
I’ll spread my broken wings
And fly on top of the moon’s shoulders
I don’t care if I grow blind now

I woke up from my dream
At the rain shower that knocked on my closed window
It opened the small crack that was locked
Like a robber, like a song
Your seed has entered
Now I can never be the same as before

fatalité fatalité
I will follow you anywhere
Me, who used to sing, trapped in a birdcage
I’ll spread my broken wings
And fly on top of the moon’s shoulders
I don’t care if I grow blind now
I don’t care if I stop breathing

For a long time
As a word that was tied inside your mouth
Until the silence of the night stops
Until my voice stops

fatalité fatalité
I will follow you anywhere
Me, who used to sing, trapped in a birdcage
I’ll spread my broken wings
And fly on top of the moon’s shoulders
I don’t care if I grow blind now
I don’t care if I stop breathing

Is it the hem of my skirt that is dancing?
Is it the bleached gold color of the sky?
Only momentary things are beautiful
The thing that most easily withers is love

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