Jerome Pradon - 03. So Then I Sat Down (no1) (Crime of passoin) | Текст песни

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• 03. So Then I Sat Down (no1) (Crime of passoin)

So then I sat down upon this low wooden chair
And looked around myself at this small room
I thought I could recognise.
And yet which today seems suddenly foreign
Suddenly strange, Vaguely hostile
As though once upon another day, yesterday
There one day something occurred which did not concern me
But which would one day, tomorrow
Later change my whole life
Upsetting my destiny by tangling up its strings
Until then so smooth so reasonably strung between my memories
My aspirations, and my goals, between oblivion and fear
Between true love and true love lost
Just like one of those old-fashioned curses
That used to make me laugh
When it would happen at the perfect time to add a bit of mystery
To the trite intrigue of one of those horror films that I loved
But never would I have thought that one of them would be
Or could be suddenly so tangibly right here in this room
Where nothing, nothing can nothing must ever be achieved
And where nonetheless I believed I could perceive the crab
A medallion on the carpet,
Chandelier, hanging right over my head and just about to fall
And then something indescribable walking silently
The way some lunatic would
Along my walls, my four grey walls.