TRACK
1:
Lettre Du Voyant
TRACK 2:
Ophelia
TRACK 3:
Vokale
TRACK
4:
Ich Treibe In Die Blaue Ewigkeit
TRACK 5:
Blumen (1)
TRACK 6:
Blumen (2)
TRACK
7:
Gesang Vom Höchsten Turm (1)
TRACK
8:
Gesang Vom Höchsten Turm (2)
TRACK 9:
Reise In Den Winter
TRACK
10:
Resignation An Einem Maientag
TRACK
11:
Es Ist Ein Turm Erhoben
TRACK 12:
In Der Sommerfrüh
TRACK 13:
Poison Weed
{TRACK
14:
The Stolen Heart} |
Lyrics:
The Stolen Heart [Pure & Full Version]
[Scroll down for an English translation of Arthur
Rimbaud’s original poem.]
My sad heart slavers at the poop,
Heart slathered in tobacco-spit:
They spew their juice in spurts of soup,
My sad heart slobbers at the poop,
Under the jeering of the troop
While they are laughing at it,
My sad heart’s drooling at the poop,
My heart swamped in tobacco-spit.
Fishy-phallic and soldier blue
Their dirty jokes debauch it!
The rudder’s marked with frescoes, too,
Fishy-phallic and soldier blue.
Abracadabra-like billows
O take my heart and wash it!
Fishy-phallic and soldier blue
Their dirty jokes debauch it!
When they have spent their wad of quid,
O stolen heart, how will I act?
They’ll belch their booze in Bacchic fits
When they’ve exhausted all their quid:
My queasy gut will churn with it,
If my heart is leveled flat:
When they have spent their wad of quid,
O stolen heart, how will I act?
Fishy-phallic and soldier blue
Their dirty jokes debauch it!
The rudder’s marked with frescoes, too,
Fishy-phallic and soldier blue.
Abracadabra-like billows
O take my heart and wash it!
Fishy-phallic and soldier blue
Their dirty jokes debauch it!
Fishy-phallic and soldier blue
Their dirty jokes debauch it!
Fishy-phallic and soldier blue
Their dirty jokes debauch it!
The Stolen Heart
My sad heart slavers at the poop,
Heart slathered in tobacco-spit:
They spew their juice in spurts of soup,
My sad heart slobbers at the poop,
Under the jeering of the troop
While they burst out laughing at it,
My sad heart’s drooling at the poop,
My heart swamped in tobacco-spit.
Fishy-phallic and soldier blue
Their dirty jokes debauch it!
The rudder’s marked with frescoes too,
Fishy-phallic and soldier blue.
Abracadabra-like billows
O take my heart and wash it!
Fishy-phallic and soldier blue
Their dirty jokes debauch it!
When they have spent their wad of quid,
O stolen heart, how will I act?
They’ll belch their booze in Bacchic fits
When they’ve exhausted all their quid:
My queasy gut will churn with it,
I, if my heart is leveled flat:
When they have spent their wad of quid,
O stolen heart, how will I act?
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