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Atât melodia cât şi proiectul Sopor Aeternus nu au nevoie de prea multe cuvinte deoarece pur şi simplu ascultând Sopor Aeternus ai să înţelegi ce înseamnă cu adevarat Sopor….

Aş da copy/paste însă la un fragment din Wikipedia care sună cam aşa:…” Sopor Aeternus and the Ensemble of Shadows (adesea referită sub numele simplu de Sopor Aeternus, [literar "Somnul Veşnic", un termen însemnând "Somnul Morţii"], sau chiar Sopor), este un proiect muzical, darkwave, din Frankfurt, fondat şi compus doar dintr-un singur muzician, Anna-Varney Cantodea. A fost format în anul 1989. Încă de la începuturile Annei-Varney, muzica ei a căpătat notorietate prin aceea că avea un caracter personal, melancolic şi nihilistic, inspirându-se din diferite stiluri muzicale şi vizuale.”

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As through the pipes the waters fell down to the bottom of the well,
in listless apathy I gazed at the cold waters  – as he bathed.
I half behold that scenery and its most sensual masculinity.
Yet, disappointment, oh, can’t you see, is still the cause and the cardinal symptom of my sick, sad reality.

Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine. I’m shyly sipping
water  while he drinks whole jugs of wine. He likes all kind of women, and I I only hate  men.
He marvels at all things new to him  – and I only wait  for all things in this sick world  to end.

The water pouring down his spine, caressed his strong physique, oh, so well-defined, calm like a rock he stands, oh, behold his beautiful body and soul a friendly God must have built this man to an all well-balanced whole.
What sad bewilderment this brought, physical clearness, alas, still so much abhorred:
an ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me:
it was that old, savage, yet half-forgotten ideal of perfect neutrality.

Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine. I’m shyly sipping water
while he drinks whole jugs of wine. He likes all kind of women, and I
I only hate men.
He marvels at all things new to him -
and I only wait for all things in this sick world to end.

I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man, he never knew or encountered the hatred and shame that I bare.
The doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread, and if I told him about it,
he might only shake his head with kindly amused, melodious laughter,
he then would perhaps merely smile at my  oh, so stupid silliness
and the beast that is raging inside.