The Woman Who Read Poems

The woman who read poems
Was standing by the fire
And two black birds brought her messages
From a past love: "Never more"

The woman who talked to the waves
Was dancing by the sea
A crazy waltz with her hair let down
And stepped into the deep

The woman who opened graves
And had no voice
She thought of death as an old lover
and was whispering with her eyes empty

For all these that we lived, alone with the lonely
Sharing our pain
All those hours we cried, alone with the lonely
Sharing our pain



Here's the lyrics' translation of a truly beautiful and gothic-atmospheric song by the former greek band Diafana Krina. As promised!