Текст и перевод песни Eths - La Chair & le Sang

La Chair & le Sang

Berce-la! Dans son ventre, petite fille, petite pute.
Il est entré, visage obscur, mâle impur.
Plus près de toi, laisse pénétrer ses doigts.
Elle est sale.
Elle a mal.
Fenêtres et portes sont fermées, il est entré. Aime-le!
Famille sacrée, fermée.
Comme une messe,
Rituel régulier,
Chaque soir la porte s'ouvre.
Maman! elle avait pourtant fait son lit. Maman!
Ses draps, son lit sont souillés.
Maman...! Donne-toi à lui ses remords sont des frasques, il te déflore.
Donne-toi, mais cri pas trop fort!
Ses sales doigts ont taché ton corps.
Encore, il te touche, tellement, ta peau est douce.

Flesh and Blood

Rock her! In her belly, little girl, little whore.
He has entered, dark-faced, an impure male.
Closer to you, let his fingers penetrate.
She is dirty.
She is hurting.
Windows and doors are locked, he came in. Love him!
A sacred family, closed off.
Like a mass,
A regular ritual,
Every evening the door opens.
Mother! She had already made her bed. Mother!
Her sheets, her bed are soiled.
Mother...! Give yourself to him, his remorse are escapades, he deflowers you.
Give yourself, but don't scream too loud!
His dirty fingers have stained your body.
Again, he touches you, your skin is so soft.