I know nothing else; you hold
my joy, my pain, in your hands
You are the breath, the bond
My boy-king, the magician.
Nothing belongs to me
To the south I return
Drowned in the heart of the crowds
It is in your river that I melt away
When all the golden bridges collapse
On your air (the French should be "air" not "aire") I get drunk
The unknown territories
I travel through them, I include them
My country, my blood, my street
Are in your eyes, I've seen them.
Sorry about the rather awkward translation, but at least I didn't just stick it in babelfish. Beautiful, haunting song. Seems to be about an obsession with a child, and one's visions for living on through this child.
My translation:
I know nothing else; you hold my joy, my pain, in your hands
You are the breath, the bond My boy-king, the magician.
Nothing belongs to me To the south I return
Drowned in the heart of the crowds It is in your river that I melt away
When all the golden bridges collapse On your air (the French should be "air" not "aire") I get drunk
The unknown territories I travel through them, I include them
My country, my blood, my street Are in your eyes, I've seen them.
Sorry about the rather awkward translation, but at least I didn't just stick it in babelfish. Beautiful, haunting song. Seems to be about an obsession with a child, and one's visions for living on through this child.