Skladba
You can’t breathe in the past
And you can’t breathe in the future
The only place where you can draw a breath...
I slept alone in my sickness
and I poured my heart out to Gilgamesh.
Last night I dreamed again my friend.
The heavens moaned and the earth replied.
I stood alone before an awful being.
His face was somber like the black bird of a storm.
He fell upon me with the talons of an eagle and he held me fast,
pinnioned down with his claw, till I smothered.
Then he transformed me so that my arms became wings covered with feathers.
He turned his stare towards me, and he led me away to the palace of Irkalla,
the Queen of darkness, to the house from which none who enters ever returns,
down the road from which there’s no coming back. *
You can’t breathe in the past and you can’t breathe in the future
The only place where you can draw a breath is right here where you are
Until I bring you fade
In the house of dust which I enetered
were high-priests and acolytes, priests of incantation and of ecstasy,
there were servers of the temple and there was Ereshkigal the Queen of the Underworld
and Belit-Sheri squatted in front of her, she who is recorder of the gods
and keeps the book of death. She held a tablet from which she read.
She raised her head, she saw me and she spoke:*
You can’t breathe in the past and you can’t breathe in the future
The only place where you can draw a breath is right here where you are
Until I bring you fade