Song title:
The Shiver Band name: Unexpect
Album title: In a Flesh Aquarium
Genre: Avant-garde metal
Wikipedia link for the band:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unexpect Lyrics:
Hungarian: Ők azok, akik mindent láttak,
és ők távoznak utoljára.
Tehát üljle, tölts magadnak egy italt, figyelj, hallgass...
Mert ma, most, a falak beszélnek...
Kivéve ez a szerény, de a fájdalomnak véget nem érő szimfóniája,
ami egyben bocsánatot kér hogy nem voltam jelen melletted a legutolsó alkalom adtán.
English: (They're those who have seen everything
And they will be the last to leave
So sit down, pour yourself a drink, observe, listen
Because today, now, the walls can talk
Except this modest, yet never-ending symphony of pain
in which I apologize for not being with you
at the very last opportunity)
Hungarian/French/English: Ami egy másik szomorúan hangzó akkord a lelkemnek
Un autre accord dissonant pour le requiem de ma santé.
Another dissonant chord for my sanity's requiem
You darken our world to brighten the sky
The mud of time and pale drinks
won't paint the clown's face
No father should bury his son
the mask in his face is you
Meet me at the carousel on the 29th street
We'll drink a whole epitaph
Poison of the earth makes us laugh
Still, I think the clown fakes happiness
What have we done
running around the sun for so long?
It reminds me of a dream
What's behind us?
Sounds make him count the times he's died for
an epoch of derision
May I see you in younger eyes
Welcome further!
Leave your beliefs at the door
We are the forgotten project
You darken our soul and silence the smiles
The mud of time and pale drinks
won't paint the clown's face
No father should bury his son
The mask in his face is you
the Storks brought you an angel
So sing goddess
Sing for him
"If they could only touch his soul to understand"
And the Shiver whispers:
"You forgot how to live; Verviv tnemmoc eilbuo zeva suov "
No time, No life, No Death, will erase the carvings
He may spoil my days and disguise the future
the history is ours.
And the Shiver whispers:
"I'm above, in, and underneath you; Rueiretni L a te suos, sussed ua"
The mnemonic only brings the clown to meet the nails
in his head
He finds a book
reads the prelude
but feels the end
Do you cry for him?
never enough!
And the Shiver whispers:
"Do the math for a decade to live chaos for a second"
and a second is wasted, as the previous and the next
making your path narrower than it could be or should
And the Shiver whispers:
"I am the one writing these words"
Will they be the next carvings?