text by Tristan Corbiere (1873)
text by Tristan Corbiere (1873)
L'oeil tué n'est pas mort
Eye killed is not dead
Un coin le fend encor
A corner splits encor
Encloué je suis sans cercueil
I am without a coffin nailed
On m'a planté le clou dans l'oeil
I planted the nail in the eye
L'oeil cloué n'est pas mort
The eye is not nailed death
Et le coin entre encor
And the corner between encor
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
Le marteau bat ma tête en bois
The hammer beating my head in wood
Le marteau qui ferra la croix
The hammer shoed the cross
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
Les oiseaux croque-morts
Birds morticians
Ont donc peur à mon corps
Therefore fear my body
Mon Golgotha n'est pas fini
My Golgotha is not finished
Lamma lamma sabacthani
Lamma lamma sabacthani
Colombes de la Mort
Doves Death
Soiffez après mon corps
Soiffez after my body
Rouge comme un sabord
Red as a port
La plaie est sur le bord
The wound is on the edge
Comme la gencive bavant
As drooling gum
D'une vieille qui rit sans dent
In a toothless old woman who laughs
La plaie est sur le bord
The wound is on the edge
Rouge comme un sabord
Red as a port
Je vois des cercles d'or
I see circles of gold
Le soleil blanc me mord
The white sun bites me
J'ai deux trous percés par un fer
I have two holes in an iron
Rougi dans la forge d'enfer
Reddened in the forge of hell
Je vois un cercle d'or
I see a golden circle
Le feu d'en haut me mord
The fire bites me up
Dans la moelle se tord
In the spinal twists
Une larme qui sort
A tear that comes
Je vois dedans le paradis
I see in paradise
Miserere, De profundis
Miserere, De profundis
Dans mon crâne se tord
In my head twists
Du soufre en pleur qui sort
Sulfur crying out that
Bienheureux le bon mort
Blessed is the good death
Le mort sauvé qui dort
The sleeping death saved
Heureux les martyrs, les élus
Happy martyrs, elected
Avec la Vierge et son Jésus
With the Virgin and Jesus
O bienheureux le mort
O blessed dead
Le mort jugé qui dort
Found dead sleeping
Un Chevalier dehors
A Knight apart
Repose sans remords
Lies without remorse
Dans le cimetière bénit
Blessed in the cemetery
Dans sa sieste de granit
In his nap granite
L'homme en pierre dehors
The man outside stone
A deux yeux sans remords
A two eyes without remorse
Ho je vous sens encor
Ho I feel you encor
Landes jaunes d'Armor
Landes yolks Armor
Je sens mon rosaire à mes doigts
I feel my rosary in my fingers
Et le Christ en os sur le bois
Christ and the bone on wood
A toi je baye encor
To you I baye encor
O ciel défunt d'Armor
O heaven deceased d'Armor
Pardon de prier fort
Pray hard for forgiveness
Seigneur si c'est le sort
Lord, if this is the fate My eyes, two glowing clams
Mes yeux, deux bénitiers ardents
The devil has his fingers in
Le diable a mis ses doigts dedans
Sorry to shout loud
Pardon de crier fort
Lord against fate
Seigneur contre le sort
J'entends le vent du nord
That bugle horn as a
Qui bugle comme un cor
This is the death knell of the departed
C'est l'hallali des trépassés
I bark in my lap quite
J'aboie après mon tour assez
I hear the north wind
J'entends le vent du nord
I hear the bell of the horn
J'entends le glas du cor
text by Diamanda Galas
Dios, porque me has condendado?
mavpes apakvuthes!
mavpes apakvuthes!
sabacthani lamma!
lamma sabacthani!
Esta es mi sangre
Esta es mi sangre
Este es mi cuerpo
Este es mi cuerpo
Estas put his veins
Estas son mis venas
Estoy siego
Estoy siego
Dios, no puedo ver!
Dios, no puedo ver!
mavpes apakvuthes!
mavpes apakvuthes!
sabacthani lamma!
lamma sabacthani!
Aves de la muerte
Aves de la muerte
Quiten me la vida!
Quiten me la vida!
lamma lamma
lamma lamma
sabacthani!
sabacthani!
Translation by Kenny Koch & George Guy:
Blind Man's Cry
The Murdered eye is not dead
A spike it still splits
A spike still splits it
I am nailed up coffinless
Nailed up I am coffinless
They drove the nail in my eye
They drove the nail in my eye
The eye is not dead nailed
The nailed eye is not dead
And the spike still splits it
And the spike still splits it
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
The wooden hammer pound my head
The hammer pounds my wooden head
That will make the hammer the cross
The hammer that will make the cross
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
The undertaker birds
The undertaker birds
Malthus are afraid of my body
Are thus afraid of my body
My gologotha is not over
My gologotha is not over
Lamma lamma sabacthani
Lamma lamma sabacthani
Doves of Death
Doves of Death
Be thirsty for my body
Be thirsty for my body
Red as a gun-port
Red as a gun-port
The sore is on the edge
The sore is on the edge
Like the drooling gum
Like the drooling gum
Of a toothless old woman laughing
Of a toothless laughing old woman
The sore is on the edge
The sore is on the edge
Red as a gun-port
Red as a gun-port
I see circles of gold
I see circles of gold
The white sun bites me
The white sun bites me
I've two holes pierced by an iron bar
I've two holes pierced by an iron bar
Reddened in the forge of hell
Reddened in the forge of hell
I see a circle of gold
I see a circle of gold
The sky's fire bites me
The sky's fire bites me
Twists in the marrow
In the marrow twists
A tear comes out Which
A tear which comes out
I see inside paradise
I see inside paradise
Miserere profundis
Miserere de profundis
In my skull twists
In my skull twists
A sulfur tear which comes out
A sulfur tear which comes out
Blessed the good dead man
Blessed the good dead man
The saved dead man who sleeps
The saved dead man who sleeps
Happy the martyrs the chosen
Happy the martyrs the chosen
With the Virgin and the Jesus
With the Virgin and the Jesus
Oh blessed the dead man
Oh blessed the dead man
The judged dead man who sleeps
The judged dead man who sleeps
A knight outside
A knight outside
Reposes without remorse
Reposes without remorse
In the hallowed cemetery
In the hallowed cemetery
In his granite siesta
In his granite siesta
The man of stone outside
The man of stone outside
Has two eyes without remorse
Has two eyes without remorse
Oh, I feel you still
Oh, I feel you still
Yellow moors of Armor
Yellow moors of Armor
I feel my rosary in my fingers
I feel my rosary in my fingers
And Christ in bore on the wood
And Christ in bore on the wood
I gape at you still
I gape at you still
O dead Armor Sky
O dead Armor Sky
Pardon for praying hard
Pardon for praying hard
Lord, if it is fate
Lord, if it is fate
My esyes two burning holy-water fonts
My esyes two burning holy-water fonts
The devil puts his fingers inside
The devil puts his fingers inside
Pardon for crying loud
Pardon for crying loud
Lord against fate
Lord against fate
I hear the northwind
I hear the northwind
Which bugles like a horn
Which bugles like a horn
It is the hunting call for the kill of the dead
It is the hunting call for the kill of the dead
I bay enough on my own
I bay enough on my own
I hear the northwind
I hear the northwind
I hear the horn's knell
I hear the horn's knell