klasik fransız filmi. filme sırf "gore-gerilim-korku" gözüyle bakıp, "eğlenip az kan görürüm" niyetiyle izlemeyin. zira beklentilerinizi vermeyebilir o zaman.
her şeyden önce bu bir fransız filmi. dikkat etmekte yarar var.
the neonai'den bir lake of tears şarkısı.
şarkıya eşlik eden hatun çok güzel yakışmış şarkıya.
comes the morning with scarlet and black for you maybe
past the sun hides the one with fires anew
soon to be gone, morning comes more for me lately
comes the morning with scarlet and black for you too
oh do they come there anew
comes the morning with sorrow
smile with a heart full of tears
nathalie comes the ones of tomorrow
with the fireflies there
comes within, comes without, what's the scarlet about
and the one from the sun for his fires and few
soon comes the sun, soon comes the morning here baby
comes the morning with scarlet and black there for you
oh do they come there anew
comes the morning with sorrow
smile with a heart full of tears
nathalie comes the ones of tomorrow
with the fireflies there
oh do they come there anew
comes the morning with sorrow
smile with a heart full of tears
nathalie comes the ones of tomorrow
with the fireflies there
ends the night for the pauper
like a life full of years
nathalie tell me then shall we bother
with the fireflies there
şarkının son kısımlarında ardarda tekrarlanan "i can die no more" kısmına delice eşlik ediyor dinleyen.
now i go there more and more
never been there so before
can go no more
now i take them one by one
there comes two for each one done
can't take them all
round and round, we stand the same old ground
so i've found that we can't take them down
i can't play these games, who are they for?
i can die no more, no more, no more
now i take the time to stay
play their games in grey
can stay no more
as i've tried a thousand times
so i've died a thousand times
can die no more
round and round, we stand the same old ground
so i've found that we can't take them down
i can't play these games, who are they for?
i can die no more, no more, no more
i can die no more, no more, no more
i can die no more, no more, no more
i can die no more, no more, no more
i can die no more, no more, no more
it was in this haunted place
under a moonless cloak of ebony
i was drawn to the glow
of a young spiritess weeping in the woods
the blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs
have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods
i yearn for your embrace
spiritess of the melancholia
show me, again, your sweet face
enchant me with your rich, cinder burnt ether
lure me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death
she had spoken to the dawn
her words wisped in tongues of the wind
and then silence
pale clouds betrothed the dawn
black rain fell
the birds wore masks
the haunting stain of her woe
had burned itself into the oak
night had gone
bereaved, i was torn for her
one last time i witnessed her beauty in the distance
the arms of the trees tore at her morbid gown
swaying in the loathsome winter breeze
she faded before my eyes
since that day a thousand veiled birds have taken flight
and the melancholy rain still pours forever on
