The Unpoetic Circle (Bottle Green) - Ephel Duath

It is quite ironic,

I can't slow down this run,

But this was my object:

To feel.



Here,

Without disturbances,

Lives the sound,

I want to close this cycle,

But is it equilibrium?

We are sliding but all appears so immobile.



And I'm so different from me:

It's so stupid.

Please sketch a portrait to define,

I will offer you our faces,

Incompleteness,

Indefinite resistance.



Here,

Without disturbances,

Lives the sound,

I want to close this cycle,

But is it equilibrium?



We are sliding but all appears so immobile.

C'est assez ironique,

Je ne peux pas ralentir cette course,

Mais c'était mon objectif:

Ressentir.



Ici,

Sans perturbations,

Vive le son,

Je souhaite clôturer ce cycle,

Mais est-ce un équilibre?

Nous glissons mais tout semble si immobile.



Et je suis si différent de moi:

C'est tellement stupide.

Veuillez esquisser un portrait à définir,

Je t'offrirai nos visages,

Incomplétude,

Résistance indéfinie.



Ici,

Sans perturbations,

Vive le son,

Je souhaite clôturer ce cycle,

Mais est-ce un équilibre?



Nous glissons mais tout semble si immobile.