L'Absolu
Emma Shapplin
The Absolute
A beaten steed...
Foam in the plain.
He goes, he no longer knows...
Against his weary sides,
his reins float...
his reins float...
Intoxicated, not wise...
Oh, so much devotion!
He stretches his gears...
Until madness...
Oh, tired, so tired.
And whistles...
The wind whistles...
The evening wind whistles.
And whistles...
The wind whistles...
The wind whistles.
My beaten steed...
We were proud, then...
Unconscious, arrogant...
And we defied death...
Death...
Will I feel tomorrow...
Your angular frame...
Make my loins shiver...
Through the dusty paths...
Oh you! Oh you!
And whistles...
The wind whistles...
The evening wind whistles.
And whistles...
The wind whistles...
The wind whistles.
And whistles...
The wind whistles...
The evening wind whistles.
And whistles...
The wind whistles...
The wind whistles.
Sulphurous semaphore...
Illuminate my night, the moire...
Of your blue sides...
It's Hope...
Oh you! Oh you!
"You are my black horse.
I was your yellow snake"
The wind whistles...
And the wind whistles...
The wind whistles...
The evening wind whistles.
And whistles...
The wind whistles...
The wind whistles.
My beaten steed...
I loved you wild.
To tame the unknown...
Did I lose your wake?
Your wake.
Intoxicated, and as if in rage...
I sought the absolute...
Shipwreck.
And whistles...
The wind whistles...
The evening wind whistles.
And whistles...
The wind whistles...
The evening wind whistles...