[00:00.00] 作词 : Philippe Fichot[00:01.00] 作曲 : Philippe Fichot[00:24.39] All the damned animals of the world[00:30.45] are howling inside your head.[00:36.07] Eyes wide-open, you’re wrapping in penumbra filled[00:43.00] with laughter and moans.[01:12.10] Escaping from all sides and leaning over her, asleep.[01:17.43] Under the silk veil,[01:20.43] they are watching her beating body[01:25.84] and following each bitter blue vein,[01:29.57] diluting with the paleness of flesh.[01:41.90] Under the closed lid,[01:47.25] her moving eye seems to wander through glooms[01:59.27] like a disturbed compass.[02:29.47] The electric fur of ghost[02:33.39] animals and the villous feelers are stiffening her limbs,[02:40.67] while a wounded orca rattle ’s tearing her throat.[02:46.53] Tracked inside her dreams,[02:49.41] they are clutching at her flanks.[02:58.95] Despite the fervour of her prayers,[03:04.45] nobody will push them away,[03:10.45] before one of them half-opens[03:16.37] the door of her beauty.[03:22.47] Nobody will push them away,[03:28.20] before one of them creeps in her body.