William Shatner - Spleen paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Spleen - William Shatner



When the low sky presses like a lid
On my spirit, heavy with pain
And all the wide horizon is
Curtained by a dark day, most sad than night
When the earth is changed into a dank dungeon
Where hope, like a bat fluttering blindly
Beats his wings against the walls
And dashes his head on the rotten ceiling
When the long lines of gray rain
Reaching down, become the bars of a huge prison
And loathsome spiders, like silent people
Stretch threads to the depths of my brain
Suddenly the bells jerk wildly
And hurl to the sky a horrible shriek
Like some wandering and landless spirit
Wailing in despair
And long hearses without drums, without music
File slowly by my soul, hope, vanquished
Weeps, and despotic agony
Plants on my bent skull its flag of black




William Shatner - The Transformed Man




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