[東方 Touhou Vocal] Raven's Jig - Petit Chat Clandestin (Vocal Lullaby of Deserted Hell, Touhou) скачать в хорошем качестве

[東方 Touhou Vocal] Raven's Jig - Petit Chat Clandestin (Vocal Lullaby of Deserted Hell, Touhou)

This is a vocal version of:    • [東方 Piano] Raven's Jig - Lullaby of Desert...   Raven's Jig is composed of me on keyboard and Akhts (   / akhtsnozone  ) on vocals. Did you expect lyrics? I sure did, and it was tough coming up with any sort of story to this arrangement that was not cliché. Akhts, who writes the lyrics and sings the vocals does not back down and has done an excellent job once more. Let's hope we can continue our current pace for the coming months to get the ball rolling once more! Title: Petit Chat Clandestin Based on: Lullaby of Deserted Hell From: 東方地霊殿　～ Subterranean Animism Arrangement, lyrics and vocals: Raven's Jig Album: none yet Year: 2017 MP3, MIDI or flac: https://1drv.ms/f/s!AuqrlLAxMnqOg_I2R... Alternatively, download all songs in mp3 or flac: http://rdtls.nl/YouTube/ You can also access it via ftp: ftp://rdtls.nl Get all of Raven's Jig's songs: https://1drv.ms/f/s!AuqrlLAxMnqOtHr_d... Artwork: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/2518379 Lyrics: Petite enfant du grand monde, petit chat clandestin Qui pourrait tout entendre mais qui n’écoute rien Sa poupée dans ses bras et le cœur sur la main Elle s’évade et elle rêve à son propre destin Depuis qu’elle a su marcher, toujours on lui a dit Tête haute, profil bas, fais cela, fais ceci Elle acquiesce, elle est sage Mais au fond, ces adages N’ont jamais terni son vrai visage Son âme est une tempête bouillant au fond d’elle Ses yeux couleur automne saluent les hirondelles Avant que l’hiver arrive elle part avec elles Elle leur mord la queue, les rattrape à tire d’aile Son sourire ouvre le feu comme pour se venger Les boucles de ses cheveux soudain ont changé L’envie de liberté semble la démanger Tel un monstre insensé, toujours emprisonné Car sous les poils de la brosse qui lisse sa fourrure Sous le regard sévère des plafonds à moulures Son monde est un miroir, impartial éteignoir De la flamme qui brûle en son regard Le long des couloirs glacés, au détour des rideaux Elle connaît ses idées, mais leur tourne le dos C’est leur lot à jamais, un éternel secret Inutile, un facteur imparfait Petite enfant du grand monde, petit chat clandestin Qui pourrait tout voir mais qui ne regarde rien Sa poupée dans ses bras et le cœur sur la main Elle s’évade et dessert ses propres desseins Elle obéit à la main qui lui donne à manger Elle a tout su comprendre et elle sait s’adapter Elle se sert du silence qui fait son élégance Pour nourrir ses démons, sa démence Et valider son inexistence English: Little child of the higher world, clandestine little cat Who could hear everything but listens to nothing With her doll in her arms and her heart on her sleeve She escapes and dreams of her own destiny Since she was able to walk, she has always been told Keep your chin up but keep a low profile, do that, do this She nods, she is well-behaved But deep down, such sayings Never tarnished her real self Her soul is a storm boiling inside of her Her autumn-colored eyes greet the swallows Before winter comes, she leaves with them Biting their tails, chasing them flip-flapping Her smile opens fire as if to get revenge The locks of her hair suddenly have changed The urge for freedom seems to be getting to her Like an insane monster, always imprisoned Because under the brush straightening her fur Under the strict gaze of the ceiling’s moldings Her world is a mirror, an unbiased snuffer For the flame burning in her stare Along the ice-cold corridors, behind curtains She knows what her thoughts are but she turns her back on them That is how they will always be treated, an eternal secret A useless, imperfect factor Little child of the higher world, clandestine little cat Who could see everything but looks at nothing With her doll in her arms and her heart on her sleeve She escapes and serves her own projects She obeys to the hand who feeds her She understood everything and knows how to adapt She uses her silence, symbol of her poise To feed her demons, her dementia And validate the fact that she doesn’t exist