Procession moves on, the shouting is over,
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.

Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.

Cry like a child, though these years make me older,
With children my time is so wastefully spent,
A burden to keep, though their inner communion,
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.

Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,
No words could explain, no actions determine,
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.

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"The Eternal" as written by Ian Kevin Curtis, Peter Hook, Stephen Paul David Morris, Bernard Sumner

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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    My Opinion:MeurtreScene , it doesn't matter you have found it so late. It's great you've found it :)

    I agree with "dwitefry". We have to remember that Ian Curtis often wrote texts combining different influences. They could have double meanning or lead to many different subjects. That's why it is so hard to translate his lyrics.
    Kristoff1on September 10, 2009   Link

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