Sopor Aeternus : On Saturn Days We Used to Sleep

Voilà une chanson tout droit issue de mon époque “musique gothique”. Celle-là est toute gentille et soft, et j’aime beaucoup ses paroles… En plus elle est tout indiquée pour un dimanche (Saturday) :)

On Saturn days we used to sleep
all motionless and still…
[…]
through mystic veils her silver rays
are glowing carefully.
Woven of dewdrops and magical light
this gown that we’re wearing here
is but a cloth of mist and we used to call it
“The Breath of the Other Sphere”.
We are floating, flying, incredibly fast,
the world of the thought gives birth to this life.
Free to remember, to discover and feel
as we’re closely together in our parallel flight.
While beyond the gates our bodies lie
next to each other in fragile rest,
two chests are lifted up and down,
moved only by some mortal breath.
Yes, our bodies are sleeping so closely together,
but it’s only in our minds that we touch (at last).
In the realm of the spirits our souls become one
in the happy knowledge that we are completing halves.
No bodies and no barriers…
(all) far more intimate and strange.
[…]
that it’s him, my husband, the one that I love.
See me! Read me! Step inside!!
[…]
So intensively and so deep
as our fingers unite, our hands caress.
Two wanderers are lovingly dwelling this land,
(as) we fly side by side over mountains and glens.
[…]
and guarded by the shadows of the enchanted realm.
Below a violet sky, both dark and profound,
the horizon is glitt’ring, still there is no sound.
We fly through the night crossing frontiers and lakes,
mountains and valleys… world without end.
“This is where we truly belong,
take both my hands, look into my soul!”
I feel the strength of his embrace
as we’re closely together in this secret place…
[…]
ghostly creatures as they dance and sing.
Their transparent bodies, half man and half beast,
their voices so sweet like a soft breath of wind.
[…]