Lyrics and translation Norma Jean - A Temperamental Widower

A Temperamental Widower

We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards

We're just killing onward to die.
Put that knife away.
My first thought, a dragon.
My first thought, a dragon

Two contending marches.

Put that knife away.
She'll sting you to death like a swarm of hornets from the hive.
Endlessly I drift into this distraction.
Sign my name to shame
Press hard, there are three copies.

You'll put me in the grave.
You'll put me in the grave.

We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards

We're just killing onward to die.
Put that knife away.
Put that knife away.

Making progress like that of a dead man.
Constant last words.
The last word.
The last words.

Un Veuf Tempéramental

On ne recule pas
On ne recule pas

On continue de tuer pour mourir.
Rends ce couteau.
Ma première pensée, un dragon.
Ma première pensée, un dragon

Deux marches qui se disputent.

Rends ce couteau.
Elle te piquera à mort comme un essaim de frelons de la ruche.
Je dérive sans fin dans cette distraction.
Je signe mon nom à la honte
Appuie fort, il y en a trois.

Tu me mettras dans la tombe.
Tu me mettras dans la tombe.

On ne recule pas
On ne recule pas

On continue de tuer pour mourir.
Rends ce couteau.
Rends ce couteau.

Faire des progrès comme un mort.
Des derniers mots constants.
Le dernier mot.
Les derniers mots.