Versuri Novembre - The White Eyed
Album: Novembre - Dreams d'Azur
Naive blind eyes
Childish white eyes
The good child of evil
The mother came to her daughter
Giving her a bit of herself
A bit of her madness
A bit of her blackness
How many were we in the beginning
And how many left?
How many of us are still dying in you?
And now the sun: Again. Oh sun!
Give us dust
Give us sweat
But kneeling, genuflected
We silently pray to you
To free her from her black mother
Seagulls eat the eyes of the people
Seagulls eat the eyes of the dead sailors
You have taught us
You have eaten my eyes mum