NURSERY RYTHMS
The wheel is turning, its movement is rocking me
Every turn, its squeal obssesses me.
Leaning on it I'm facing the sun,
Even if it's crushing and scaring me.
Just like my car, I broke down
Empty tank and a hole in my soul.
Two wrecks in the desert
Run aground from news items.
My head is turning because of dancing
Every turn, he's getting more and more in a hurry.
He's holding on to me, I'm facing his look
Even if it's crushing and scaring me.
Just like my doll, I'm broken.
Broken arms, mutilated sex
Two toys in vice's hands
Thrown away in trash.
I KILLED HIM
His breath smelling alcohol and garlic
His long fingers turned yellow because of tobacco
His mad eyes, his neck, his arms …
His sex into me, hurting me so bad.
Maybe they think a 15-year-old girl
Couldn't have killed her father so violently.
Maybe they're looking for a passing by guy
A car stealer, to jail him.
Or maybe, the ones who shut up
Knowing he was ill-treating me,
Accuse, judge me and want to get me
For having disturbed their small shut world.
Anyway, he already killed me.
FRENCH (Original version)
Purgatorio Train ride Ce n'est pas une chanson d'amour Time to wake up Histoire enfantine There's no place like Home El triunfo de la Muerte
Une ronde de trop
