Eths - La Chair Et Le Sang
Berce-la! Dans son ventre, petite fille, petite pute. Il est entrÈ, visage obscur, mÁle impur. Plus prÕs de toi, laisse pÈnÈtrer ses doigts. Elle est sale. Elle a mal. FenÉtres et portes sont fermÈes, il est entrÈ. Aime-le! Famille sacrÈe, fermÈe. Comme une messe, rituel rÈgulier, chaque soir la porte s'ouvre. Maman! elle avait pourtant fait son lit. Maman! Ses draps, son lit sont souillÈs. Maman... ! Donne-toi Þ lui ses remords sont des frasques, il te dÈflore. Donne-toi, mais cri pas trop fort! Ses sales doigts ont tachÈ ton corps. Encore, il te touche, tellement, ta peau est douce.Eths - La Chair Et Le Sang - http://ru.motolyrics.com/eths/la-chair-et-le-sang-lyrics-english-translation.html
Eths - Flesh and blood (Английский перевод)
Rock her !
In her stomach, little girl, little bitch.
He is entered, obscure face, impure male.
Nearer of you, let penetrate his fingers.
She is dirty.
She is suffering.
Windows and doors are closed, he is entered.
Love him ! Sacred, closed family.Eths - La Chair Et Le Sang - http://ru.motolyrics.com/eths/la-chair-et-le-sang-lyrics-english-translation.html
Like a church service, regular ritual, every evenning the door opens.
Mum ! She though made her bed
Mum ! Her sheets, her bed are soilted.
Mum ...!
Give you to him his remorse are escapades, he is deflowering you
Give you, but don't shout too loud
His dirty fingers soilted your body.
Again, he is touching you, so much your skin is soft.