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El Lupo, version Anglaise
The moon woke thanks to his orgasms
The savage vibrations of hearts moving to summer pastures
Gone searching far away, beyond fantasies
An unheard of ectasy and a love in a trance
In the shadow of worthless laughter
So close to a promising feast
Appears suddenly in the half-light
A squadron and its leader
We thought that his howling and his ruses were gone
Pierced by the wooden stake of well-meaning people
He had taken shelter in the forest of Abruzzo
Words shall re-emerge out of old superstitions
Tremble calm mortals for here is the pack again
It shall become rooted in the midst of ancestral fears
A brustish animal leading the riot
With no ideals
The moon then filled itself
Like an artificial virgin
To preside over
What will be the beautiful night
And the lost tears
With so many trifles
Will water the graves
Of the lands of boredom.
Traduction: Emma Bartel - 2014
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