Lyrics and translation My Dying Bride - Of Sorry Eyes In March
Destiny
marks
your
life
Le
destin
marque
ta
vie
With
a
knowing
indie.
D'un
signe
prédestiné.
The
act
of
desire
has
walked
on
by.
L'acte
du
désir
est
passé.
An
ancient
soul
limps
from
your
eyes
Une
âme
ancienne
boitée
de
tes
yeux
It
is
just
your
[tear?]
left
to
it.
Il
ne
reste
que
tes
[larmes?]
à
elle.
Flies
lie
dying
on
your
soury
lips
Des
mouches
gisent
mourantes
sur
tes
lèvres
acides
And
on
young
love′s
broken
wings.
Et
sur
les
ailes
brisées
du
jeune
amour.
And
the
stone
that
lets
you
drown
Et
la
pierre
qui
te
laisse
noyer
You
are
not
worth
stopping
for.
Tu
ne
vaux
pas
la
peine
de
t'arrêter.
The
Earth,
La
Terre,
With
all
its
blessing
Avec
toutes
ses
bénédictions
And
the
endless
[patterns?]
of
night.
Et
les
[schémas?]
infinis
de
la
nuit.
Lay
a
raft
of
gold
for
you
J'ai
posé
un
radeau
d'or
pour
toi
My
field
here
Mon
champ
ici
Is
where
we
end.
C'est
là
que
nous
finissons.
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1
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
2 Vanite' Triomphante
3 In Your Dark Pavilion
4 You Are Not the One Who Loves Me
5 Of Lilies Bent With Tears
6 Of Sorry Eyes In March
7 That Dress And Summer Skin
8 And Then You Go
9 The Music of Flesh
10 Seven Times She Wept
11 The Burning Coast of Regnum Italicum
12 She Heard My Body Dying
13 And All Their Joy Was Drowned
14 A Hand of Awful Rewards
2 Vanite' Triomphante
3 In Your Dark Pavilion
4 You Are Not the One Who Loves Me
5 Of Lilies Bent With Tears
6 Of Sorry Eyes In March
7 That Dress And Summer Skin
8 And Then You Go
9 The Music of Flesh
10 Seven Times She Wept
11 The Burning Coast of Regnum Italicum
12 She Heard My Body Dying
13 And All Their Joy Was Drowned
14 A Hand of Awful Rewards
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