Clotilde

On the first nights of March, when the wind grew cold and dark

Girl heard the scent of roses, a cruel and fateful sign

Soon she would leave this world behind

Soon she would say goodbye to the sea and all that she’d find

Life has passed her by

Lines on her hands were prophetic

No one cares about

Wind rose\'s stories she tells around

Oily body sweat

Praying talisman between wrists

Salted yarn ruffles neck

Brain blows up in DMT effect

She says goodbye to the ocean and goodbye to the land

For the girl who heard the scent of roses, her life was not great

Soon she would leave this world behind, may her spirit find peace

When she joins a sea of vanished time

When she joins a sea of vanished time

Sea whispered soft and low

Breathing grew slow,

Rose smell grew stronger

Her eyes filled wet with tears

As she felt the sadness growing

Life has passed her by

Lines on her hands were prophetic

No one cares about

Wind’s rose stories she tells around

No one cares about

No one cares about