Текст Theatre Of Tragedy – …A Distance There Is…

Come in out of the rain thou sayest
But thou ne’er step’st aside
And I’m trapp’d, I’m trapp’d
A distance there is

None, save me and the bodkin
Pitter-patter on the roof
Behold! — ’tis not the rain
Thence me it has to be
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear
Thou hast heed’d that I am of innocence
Yet thou let’st thy lass into peril
Thou let’st me be parched

My heart is of frailty
My pale skin is hued damask

When thou thy tears hast hidden
«Come back!», thou sayest
There I soon am to be
But how am I to run when my bones, my heart
Thou hast me bereaft
But run thou sayest
I run…

And there and then I behold that a time will come
When I again dead will be
Thou tell’st me to leave without delay
I leave…

Oh, I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands
Lo! — the shadows, the sky — descending
So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk

In my mind in which is this event
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?

After all these years thou left’st me down in the emotional depths
The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world
All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push’d aside

After all these years thou left’st me down in the emotional depths
The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world
All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push’d aside

…A distance there is…