Chrono
De-Se Lyrics


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Le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes, les douleurs persistent mais les faits sont prescrits
Le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes

Et puis là comme par pudeur le temps décide de s’arrêter de suspendre sa course

Les humains se plaignent souvent de moi
Ils répètent en chœur que je passe trop vite
C’est vrai je leur impose mes lois et les rapproche doucement de l’ultime verdict
Je leur donne des rhumatismes des cheveux blancs et des rides sur le visage
Au bout du chemin parfois ils regrettent leur manque de folie et leurs vies sages
Je fais pousser les feuilles des arbres et quand j’en ai marre je les fais tomber
J’aide les fleurs à naître à grandir à s’épanouir et à succomber
Je fais tourner l’humanité en rond et plonge une partie du monde dans le sommeil
Je fais tourner la terre comme les aiguilles de l’horloge autour du soleil
Appelle-moi Chronos

Je n’ai pas de nom j’suis invisible
J’suis ton pote ton proche ton cousin ton collègue ou ton voisin
Je n’existe pas j’me faufile
Je crois que le temps apaise mes plaies
Qu’il panse mes blessures quand j’me tais
J’ai bâti autour de moi un mur de silence
Cicatrices de l’intime sous les apparences
Vigilance extrême quand arrive le soir, vigie
J’ai de vieux réflexes et des trous d’mémoire
Victime d’une enfance hurlante, entailles brûlantes béantes

S’enfuir le plus loin possible de son petit corps parce que le fracas est épouvantable
Vous vous plaignez de moi mais vous ne comprenez pas que je suis votre allié
Je soigne les peines comme personne
Chacune de mes caresses fait franchir un palier
Je gomme tes tristesses tes humiliations et les caprices du ciel
Et sous l’emprise de mon pouvoir toutes tes douleurs vives deviennent pastel
Seulement parfois je me trompe





En croyant que mon action règle tous les problèmes
La vérité remonte des profondeurs de l’oubli dans une souffrance extrême
La prescription existe dans les textes et dans les instances de justice
Mais pas toujours dans la mémoire de l’enfant `
Qui bien malgré lui constate ses cicatrices

Cherche l’enfant qui est en toi
Qu’est-ce qu’il en dit de tout ça ?
Regarde donc tes blessures dessinées à la ceinture
Constate donc tes plaies corps détouré à la craie
Tu crois que le temps agit en gommant
Les faits sont prescrits malheureusement

Tu n’as plus le choix plonge dans ton histoire Chronos
Retrouve les traces de chaque passage Chronos
De L’Ogre ou de l’Ogresse tyrannique
Enfance qu’on abîme
Le temps qui seulement s’écoule ne répare pas les victimes

Le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes
Les douleurs persistent mais les faits sont prescrits
Le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes

Chronos
Appelle-moi Chronos

L’enfant qui dort dans ta poitrine est effrayé par les abîmes
Ses yeux sont écarquillés et
Il préfère rester caché
Et ta lumière est éteinte en dedans
Tu n’as pas d’espace étranglement
Et ta lumière est éteinte en dedans

Appelle-moi Chronos

Enfance humiliée violentée enfants qu’on abîme
Ados pressurisés violents perdus ados qui pactisent
Non pas avec le diable mais avec la part d’eux-mêmes blessée
Non escamotable
Jeunesse en détresse politiques qui font la sourde oreille où est le progrès ?
L’enfance qu’on maltraite société qui n’a plus toute sa tête voilà le sujet

Comment expliquer le mal-être les mains moites
Les bruits sourds dans ma tête
Cette vie simple que j’convoite ?
Sourire triste dans les fêtes un verre d’eau et j’me noie

Le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes
Les douleurs persistent mais les faits sont prescrits
Le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes

Et comment tu t’répares si Chronos ne t’aide pas
Et comment j’me répare si Chronos ne m’aide pas

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of De-Se's song "Chrono" navigate the complex relationship between time, trauma, and healing. The opening lines set a somber tone, emphasizing that the passage of time fails to soothe the pain of victims. The phrase "le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes" reiterates a deep-seated truth: while time may move forward, it does not necessarily heal emotional wounds. This introspective view on time suggests that the scars of trauma persist despite the natural progression of life, highlighting the limitations of time as a healer. The mention of "les faits sont prescrits" introduces a sobering reminder of justice and accountability, which may be limited or absent in the aftermath of trauma, further complicating victims' experiences.


As the lyrics progress, time is characterized with a duality; it is a relentless force that imposes its rules yet is also depicted as an observer of human life. Time is anthropomorphized in the chorus line, where it is described as a companion who watches over human experiences, seemingly indifferent to their pleas for its slowing down. De-Se illustrates how humans often complain about the swiftness of time, attributing physical changes—like aging—to its advance. Yet, time also facilitates life’s cycles, assisting in the growth and decay of nature. In this way, De-Se constructs a deeper theme of acceptance and the inevitability of existence, where time embodies both creative and destructive powers.


The song poignantly reflects on the notion of personal history and the lingering impact of childhood experiences. The lyrics encourage listeners to confront their past, urging them to seek out their inner child who bears witness to their history—particularly the pain and traumas that perhaps have not yet been faced. The line "Cherche l’enfant qui est en toi" serves as a call to explore and understand one’s own vulnerabilities, pushing past the façade of adult life. Throughout this examination, the artist contrasts the perceived notion that time heals wounds with the harsh reality that trauma lingers, often resurfacing despite attempts at suppression. This battle reflects the ongoing struggle for healing, where victims grapple not just with the memories of pain, but the societal constraints that dismiss their experiences as time passes.


Ultimately, De-Se's "Chrono" articulates the agony of unresolved trauma and raises critical questions about agency and healing in a world that often overlooks the plight of its most vulnerable. The repeated acknowledgment that "le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes" starkly underscores the notion that healing requires more than just the passage of time; it necessitates active engagement with one’s past and a compassionate society willing to acknowledge and address the wounds inflicted upon its members, particularly children. The ending lines, filled with a haunting sense of urgency, challenge the listener to consider the intersection of personal and collective healing, framing time not merely as a linear path but as a complex, multifaceted experience intertwined with one's journey toward understanding and recovery. The repeated invocation of "Chronos" symbolizes not just time itself, but also the critical reflection and reckoning with one’s own history that is essential for true healing.


Line by Line Meaning

Le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes, les douleurs persistent mais les faits sont prescrits
The relentless passage of time does little to alleviate the suffering of those affected; their pain endures even as legal matters fade into obscurity.


Le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes
Time's flow cannot soften the wounds of those who have endured trauma.


Et puis là comme par pudeur le temps décide de s’arrêter de suspendre sa course
In a moment of vulnerability, time seems to pause, halting its relentless progression.


Les humains se plaignent souvent de moi
People frequently express their grievances towards me, the essence of time.


Ils répètent en chœur que je passe trop vite
They echo in unison their belief that my passage is too swift, slipping away before they can grasp it.


C’est vrai je leur impose mes lois et les rapproche doucement de l’ultime verdict
Indeed, I enforce my own rules and gradually draw them closer to life's inevitable conclusion.


Je leur donne des rhumatismes des cheveux blancs et des rides sur le visage
I gift them with the ailments of aging: arthritis, grey hair, and the etchings of time upon their skin.


Au bout du chemin parfois ils regrettent leur manque de folie et leurs vies sages
At the end of their journey, they occasionally lament their missed opportunities for wildness, reflecting on their choice of a prudent life.


Je fais pousser les feuilles des arbres et quand j’en ai marre je les fais tomber
I nurture the growth of trees' leaves, but when I grow weary, I let them fall as part of the cycle.


J’aide les fleurs à naître à grandir à s’épanouir et à succomber
I assist flowers in their journey of birth, growth, full bloom, and ultimately, decay.


Je fais tourner l’humanité en rond et plonge une partie du monde dans le sommeil
I cause humanity to spin in repetitive cycles while lulling parts of the world into slumber.


Je fais tourner la terre comme les aiguilles de l’horloge autour du soleil
I orchestrate the rotation of the earth, mirroring the way clock hands revolve around the sun.


Appelle-moi Chronos
Refer to me as Chronos, the personification of time itself.


Je n’ai pas de nom j’suis invisible
I lack a distinct identity; I am intangible, often overlooked.


J’suis ton pote ton proche ton cousin ton collègue ou ton voisin
I am your friend, your intimate companion, your relative, your colleague, or simply your neighbor.


Je n’existe pas j’me faufile
I am untraceable, moving stealthily through your life without a noticeable presence.


Je crois que le temps apaise mes plaies
I convince myself that the passage of time heals my wounds.


Qu’il panse mes blessures quand j’me tais
I assume it soothes my scars when I remain silent.


J’ai bâti autour de moi un mur de silence
I have constructed a barrier of quietude around my being.


Cicatrices de l’intime sous les apparences
Beneath my exterior, hidden wounds reveal profound personal scars.


Vigilance extrême quand arrive le soir, vigie
I maintain heightened awareness as night falls, standing guard.


J’ai de vieux réflexes et des trous d’mémoire
I possess ingrained instincts and gaps in my recollection.


Victime d’une enfance hurlante, entailles brûlantes béantes
I am scarred by a tumultuous childhood, marked by gaping, searing wounds.


S’enfuir le plus loin possible de son petit corps parce que le fracas est épouvantable
I long to flee from my body, overwhelmed by the thunderous chaos surrounding me.


Vous vous plaignez de moi mais vous ne comprenez pas que je suis votre allié
You lament my presence, yet fail to recognize that I am your ally in the journey of life.


Je soigne les peines comme personne
I heal sorrows with unparalleled efficacy.


Chacune de mes caresses fait franchir un palier
Every gentle touch I provide helps you to overcome hurdles.


Je gomme tes tristesses tes humiliations et les caprices du ciel
I erase your sorrows, indignities, and the whims of fate.


Et sous l’emprise de mon pouvoir toutes tes douleurs vives deviennent pastel
Under my influence, your vivid pains blend into soft pastels, losing their sharp intensity.


Seulement parfois je me trompe
However, I occasionally misjudge the efficacy of my assistance.


En croyant que mon action règle tous les problèmes
I mistakenly believe that my influence can resolve all issues.


La vérité remonte des profondeurs de l’oubli dans une souffrance extrême
The truth surfaces from the depths of forgetfulness, accompanied by extreme suffering.


La prescription existe dans les textes et dans les instances de justice
Statutes of limitations can be found in laws and judicial systems.


Mais pas toujours dans la mémoire de l’enfant
Yet, these do not always exist in the memories of the child.


Qui bien malgré lui constate ses cicatrices
The child, despite their best efforts, becomes acutely aware of their scars.


Cherche l’enfant qui est en toi
Seek the child residing within yourself.


Qu’est-ce qu’il en dit de tout ça ?
What is their perspective on all this?


Regarde donc tes blessures dessinées à la ceinture
Examine your own wounds, marked around your midsection.


Constate donc tes plaies corps détouré à la craie
Acknowledge your injuries, outlined like chalk drawings on your body.


Tu crois que le temps agit en gommant
You believe that time works to erase your past.


Les faits sont prescrits malheureusement
Regrettably, the truths of your past remain forever recorded.


Tu n’as plus le choix plonge dans ton histoire Chronos
You have no option but to immerse yourself in your history, Chronos.


Retrouve les traces de chaque passage Chronos
Rediscover the remnants of all that has transpired, Chronos.


De L’Ogre ou de l’Ogresse tyrannique
From the oppressive figures of the Ogre or the Ogreess, who evoke fear.


Enfance qu’on abîme
A childhood that is damaged and marred by trauma.


Le temps qui seulement s’écoule ne répare pas les victimes
The mere passage of time does not mend the wounds of the victims.


Le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes
Time's flow does not bring solace to those who have suffered.


Les douleurs persistent mais les faits sont prescrits
The pain remains, even as events fade into the annals of history.


Le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes
Once again, time proves ineffective at soothing the afflicted.


Chronos
Call me Chronos, the embodiment of time.


Appelle-moi Chronos
Once more, refer to me as Chronos.


L’enfant qui dort dans ta poitrine est effrayé par les abîmes
The child within you sleeps in fear of the deep voids of existence.


Ses yeux sont écarquillés et
Their eyes are wide open, filled with trepidation.


Il préfère rester caché
They prefer to remain hidden, seeking refuge from the world.


Et ta lumière est éteinte en dedans
Your inner light is extinguished, shrouding you in darkness.


Tu n’as pas d’espace étranglement
You feel a constriction, lacking room to breathe freely.


Et ta lumière est éteinte en dedans
Once again, your inner illumination has dimmed.


Appelle-moi Chronos
Invoke my name once more: Chronos.


Enfance humiliée violentée enfants qu’on abîme
A wounded and tormented childhood; children suffering great harm.


Ados pressurisés violents perdus ados qui pactisent
Adolescents are pressured, sometimes becoming violent, lost in their inner struggles.


Non pas avec le diable mais avec la part d’eux-mêmes blessée
Not with the devil, but with their own wounded selves.


Non escamotable
This inner pain is unescapable, unavoidable.


Jeunesse en détresse politiques qui font la sourde oreille où est le progrès ?
A distressed youth, while politicians turn a blind eye; where is the advancement?


L’enfance qu’on maltraite société qui n’a plus toute sa tête voilà le sujet
The mistreatment of children, a society that lacks rationality—this is the issue at hand.


Comment expliquer le mal-être les mains moites
How can one articulate the anguish accompanied by clammy hands?


Les bruits sourds dans ma tête
The dull noises echo within my mind, a constant disturbance.


Cette vie simple que j’convoite ?
This simple life I crave seems perpetually out of reach.


Sourire triste dans les fêtes un verre d’eau et j’me noie
A melancholy smile at festivities; with just a glass of water, I find myself drowning.


Le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes
Time continues to flow but brings no relief to those who suffer.


Les douleurs persistent mais les faits sont prescrits
The anguish remains, despite the fading of recorded events.


Le temps qui passe n’apaise pas les victimes
Once more, the passage of time fails to comfort the harmed.


Et comment tu t’répares si Chronos ne t’aide pas
And how can you heal if Chronos offers you no assistance?


Et comment j’me répare si Chronos ne m’aide pas
And how can I mend myself when Chronos remains unhelpful?




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@Steffany_Rocha

[LETRA - Caçadores de Stellarons | CAOS | Chrono]

– 「VERSO I - Kafka | Anny」 (0:13) –
Na teia da aranha
Se debate minha presa
E tenta escapar
Te faço a gentileza

Corra, tente, mas não vai
Está na palma da minha mão 
Não consegue entender minha mente
Muito menos meu coração 

Em meio a chuva de balas
Chuva de sangue num mar de rosas
E mesmo que eu seja a caça
A inexistência é o meu fio do destino 

Serei caçador, não presa
Muito menos previsível
Uma caixa de surpresas
Explodindo o caminho

Boom!

–「REFRÃO] (1:02) –
K: Então prenda-me...
K: Se for capaz!
B: Não existe alguém...
K/B/S: Que faça o que a gente faz!

K: Se o universo todo quer nossa cabeça...
B: Mesmo que tente, não vale a recompensa!
S: Se for por Caos, temos o dom...
K/B/S: São Caçadores de Stellarons!

– [PRÉ-VERSO | Blade (Chrono)] (1:28) –
A morte chega pra todos
Isso foi o que aprendi
Aceitar a morte é normal pra todos
Menos pra mim!

– [VERSO II | Blade (Chrono)] (1:40) –
Fragmentada minha espada
Me torno minha própria lâmina
Com uma grande cicatriz
O brilho da morte encontrei nas sombras
E renasci

Dos cinco, minha vingança
E desses cinco apenas três devem pagar o preço
E mesmo um corpo imortal
No fim também sangra
Então que se jorre esse Brilhante Vermelho!

Que emana, transborda, transforma, me rasga
Me rompe, me corta, me forma, me mata
A morte será minha salvação
Minha vingança virá com a destruição!

De Xianzhou...
Acharam que eu era um refém
Vocês que estão presos comigo
Eu me vingarei do Dan Heng!
Não vai sobrar ninguém!

E eu descansarei...

– [REFRÃO」 (2:30) –
B: Então prenda-me...
B: Se for capaz!
S: Não existe alguém...
K/B/S: Que faça o que a gente faz!

B: O universo todo quer nossa cabeça...
S: Mesmo que tente, não vale a recompensa!
K: Se for pro Caos, temos o dom...
K/B/S: São Caçadores de Stellarons!

[Pré-Verso - Silver Wolf | Mistery] (2:55)
Iniciando o sistema...
Hora de fazer o que só eu sei!
Hackeando sua senha...
Decodificando dados, entrei!

[Verso III - Silver Wolf | Mistery] (3:07)
Mentalidade Punklordiana
Criptografando tudo em um grande fliperama!
A vida é um jogo que eu sempre joguei...
E não tem um jogo que nunca ganhei!

Tá em choque, porquê entenda...
Errou o tiro ao alvo e pronto, você tomou!
O que aconteceu? Suas engrenagens deu problema?
A energia quântica te desconfigurou!

Tá-Tá dando erro
Tá falhando tudo!
Bug no sistema...
Voltou? Faço de novo!
Então pega o sinal!
'Cê tá passando mal?
Mas aqui tá normal...
Acompanhar minha mente é algo irreal!

Se querem minha cabeça
Como? Se nem tem meu nome!
Loba Prateada, Silver Wolf é só um codinome!
Eu vou deixar o sinal pra trás
Então valeu, eu tô vazando!
Invado e saio sem problemas...
Silver Wolf: Deslogando!

Bando de noobs...

–「Refrão] (3:55) –
S: Então prenda-me...
S: Se for capaz!
K: Mas não existe alguém...
K/B/S: Que faça o que a gente faz!

B: O universo todo quer nossa cabeça...
S: Mesmo que tente, não vale a recompensa!
K: Se for pro Caos, temos o dom...
K/B/S: São Caçadores de Stellarons!

=== Transcrição da S.A.I.T. ===
> Steffany Rocha: Blade (Chrono)
> Anônimo Lyrics: Silver Wolf (Mistery) + REFRÃO
> Tenshy: Kafka (Anny)

Perdão qualquer erro!
Me avisem qualquer coisa
By: S.A.I.T.
✨ 10/08/2023 ✨
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All comments from YouTube:

@Chrono0

Passei os últimos dois meses jogando Honkai: Star Rail e eu tive uma experiência extremamente agradável com uma gameplay totalmente imersiva com uma trilha sonora de alegrar os ouvidos, sempre tive muito apreço por RPG de Turno e esse jogo com certeza se Destaca muito entre o gênero, e sinceramente eu devo dizer que é uma Honra pra mim participar desse projeto em Parceria com a HoYo pois eu sou um grande fã do trabalho deles e é super importante pra mim e pro meu canal ter essa chance, Obrigado HoYo e Obrigado a vocês que tornaram isso possivel!

Se quiserem apoiar o canal e tiverem interesse em jogar, baixem pelo meu link que vai me ajudar MUITO <3
Link: https://hoyo.link/89jqCsAL

@kamelia_clawzerk

O jogo é realmente maravilhoso, e fico muito contente de vc estar fazendo uma música em parceria com eles!!!🎉🎉

@viniciusdacunhasena5992

esse jogo é muito pika Memo e olha que não sou fã de jogo de turno

@ruvansnaya

realmente é um jogo muito bom, eu n botava fé por ser de turno, mas acabou virando o meu jogo favorito

@kiracareca1313

Sim

@zenispace

BAIXEM PELO LINK QUEM É FODA DE VERDADE

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@AnnyTHN

HIHIHIHIHO PARABÉNS MOFI PPRT, to muito orgulhosa, a música ficou simplesmente perfeita. ❤❤❤

@Steffany_Rocha

Voz linda dms

@anonimo.lyrics

Canta demais, Anny!

@JoaoGabriel-hu8eu

vc destruiu.

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