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Le lecteur windows média, mi en mode aléatoire, a décidé qu'il avait envie de me mettre les 3 versions de Miseinen à la suite...
La version Live NLSG, puis la version piano du live NLSG et enfin la version du live DIM SCENE.
J'ai pleuré dès la 2e version. On va pas dire que l'air de la musique est triste (à part dans la version piano), mais les paroles sont touchantes et je suis très sensible, et en plus je pensais à des trucs pas possible qui ont fait que j'ai craqué x).
Version live DIM SCENE
Version piano, live Nameless Liberty Six Guns
Ils étaient tous en pleurs à la fin de ce concert...
Et la trad des paroles (que je trouve extrèmement jolies...) (Okay c'est en anglais mais c'est la meilleure trad que j'ai trouvé!):
Recklessly, I searched for something.
It's fine even if I stumble so
I know I used to look foolish,
Just wanting to run ahead without regretting
The only thing I can trust is myself
Companions are somewhat unnecessary
The blade which faces just about anything
The fragile wings of puberty can't take flight
I want to become stronger; to have the strength to live alone.
The truth is that I'm just afraid of being betrayed
You can't change anything by just running away;
That I understand but, the me who can't be changed exists
The triumphantly adorned solitude called PRIDE,
It was just a wing used for escaping to useless ideals.
The triumphantly adorned self-assertion called RIOT,
Behind this light, there wasn't freedom.
Teenage bluely days I remembered the stormy days,
And realized the burden of solitude I carried.
I was tired. In truth I'm just alone,
And I didn't wish for it.
The triumphantly adorned solitude called PRIDE,
Was just wings used for escaping to useless ideals.
The triumphantly adorned self-assertion called RIOT,
Behind this light, there wasn't freedom.
Acting strong will just make you forget your real face so,
It's important to extract power and depend on someone once in a while.
Being wounded, being injured, being hurt; During the times when you want to cry,
Face the vast sky and cry out as loud as you can.
(I don't want to forget to myself) (I want to be as I am)
As weak as I am, you taught me your back for my sake.
The cheers of encouragement from my father, mother and friends gave me light
The triumphantly adorned solitude and the wounds of puberty
Were just wings used for escaping to useless ideals.
If there were freedom in that cloudless blue sky,
It doesn't make a difference if these wings of pride are torn to shreds.
I start running recklessly, aiming at the skies.
If I spread my wings and taking to the skies, the point where I fall is "Freedom", I guess.
I have a wonderful family, as well as amazing friends.
If the best days were born again, we'll see each other then...
J'adore le passage où ça dit "The triumphantly adorned solitude called PRIDE, Was just wings used for escaping to useless ideals." <3
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