Inside
My womb
My womb is a tomb
You open the wound
You hollow out another world
In my (secret) inner depths
My womb is a tomb
In my (secret) inner depths
I let you roam
Unrestricted, so far, so far
I am a bottomless, endless well
From whence I call to you
I call to you
I call to you
I call to you
I call to you
Ahoy
Where are you?
Come closer to my wound
Come and curl up deep inside
And inject your sacred venom
Inside
My lacerated womb
The branches are breaking
The marshes are maroon
My womb is a tomb
Will-o’-the-wisp
The forest is aflame (?)
My womb is a tomb
Will-o’-the-wisp
Come closer to my wound
Inject your venom
My womb
A thousand hecatombs fail ( / foiled?)
A thousand hecatombs fail on its walls ( /foiled by(?) its walls ?)
My womb is a tomb
I think of all those premature deaths
I think of them all
Come and mourn the dead on my womb
Come and mourn the dead with me
Come and mourn the dead
With me
credits
from Circé Deslandes in english,
released April 17, 2020
Texte : Circé Deslandes
Traduction : Daniel Gysin
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