La Rose Et La Hache
Rome Lyrics


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There are very few women
Who sing of this yoke's golden sting
And tie my heart to the string of weeping
There are very few men
Who cry for wine of blood and rye
And cut out my heart
For the wild love of weeping
Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
I know it's been hell not to touch
Oh, sister, mine, mine, mine, easy
I never wanted you that much
Oh, sister mine, oh
How natural it all seemed then
And how remote and impossible now
Oh, sister mine, oh
How beautiful it all seemed then
And how sick and detestable now
Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
I know it's been hell not to touch
Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy
I never wanted you so much

There are very few women
Who sing of this yoke's golden sting
And tie my heart to the string of weeping
There are very few men
Who cry for wine of blood and rye
And cut out my heart
For the wild love of weeping
There are very few seas left to sail
For someone like me who by theft and jail
Was made to bleed and left so frail
There are very few seas left to sail
For the likes of me who though apt to sail
Were made to conceal and had to fail
Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
I know it's been hell not to touch
Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy
I never wanted you that much
Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
I know it's been hell not to touch
Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy
I never wanted you so much

Et puis on est la
Parmi les vautours
Qui portent leurs guerres dans les villes
Qui ne cessent de verser le sang des autres
Mais l'homme, il faut bien l'aimer
Surtout dans la beaute
De la revolte - il faut l'aimer
Meme quand il t'accuse
Meme quand il se refuse
Quand il s'invente des faux amis
Des vrais ennemis
Ou comme nous - des pays caches




L'amour d'ou qu'il vienne
C'est toujours l'amour

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Rome's song La Rose Et La Hache speak about the rarity of people who can write about the bittersweet pain of life, love, and loss. The lyrics go on to talk about the struggle to keep one's heart from being broken, as well as the paradoxical desire for love and the pain that often comes with it. The song evokes a beautiful and haunting mood that ties into the theme of the sweetness and sadness of life.


The repeated references to the weaving of one's heart and the imagery of cutting it out symbolize the struggle between the pain and beauty of love. The line "There are very few seas left to sail" references a feeling of being trapped, with no escape or possibility for adventure. The mention of theft and jail further supports the idea of being trapped, whether physically or emotionally.


The song evokes a sense of longing for something that may not be attainable, and the pain that comes with that realization. It also discusses the idea of loving someone despite their faults and accusations, and the need to embrace the rebellion and beauty of life. Overall, La Rose Et La Hache is a beautiful and haunting song that captures the bittersweet nature of humanity.


Line by Line Meaning

There are very few women
There aren't many women who understand the pain of this oppressive burden.


Who sing of this yoke's golden sting
Who openly express the allure and pain of this burden.


And tie my heart to the string of weeping
And emotionally connect with the pain and suffering that comes with the burden.


There are very few men
There aren't many men who empathize with the desire for violent rebellion fueled by alcohol and blood.


Who cry for wine of blood and rye
Who understand and desire the intense and wild experience of uprising and rebellion fueled by alcohol and bloodshed.


And cut out my heart
And are willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of that intense experience.


For the wild love of weeping
For the intense and passionate love of rebellion and the emotions experienced during such times.


Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
Oh sister, who I value greatly and admire greatly despite the temptations and pain of our relationship.


I know it's been hell not to touch
I acknowledge the pain of restraining from our desires for each other.


Oh, sister, mine, mine, mine, easy
Oh sister, who I feel possessive over despite my acknowledgement of your struggles with our relationship.


I never wanted you that much
Despite my strong feelings for you, my greater desire was always for the rebellion and the emotions that came with it.


There are very few seas left to sail
There aren't many opportunities left for me to rebel and feel that intense, wild love.


For someone like me who by theft and jail
For someone who has been punished and oppressed by society for previous acts of rebellion.


Was made to bleed and left so frail
And has experienced great pain and emotional fragility as a result of those punishments.


For the likes of me who though apt to sail
For someone like me who is skilled at and inclined towards rebellion.


Were made to conceal and had to fail
But who has been forced to hide their true desires and has thus failed to achieve true rebellion and emotion.


Et puis on est la
And then we're there.


Parmi les vautours
Among the vultures.


Qui portent leurs guerres dans les villes
Who bring their wars into the cities.


Qui ne cessent de verser le sang des autres
Who don't stop shedding the blood of others.


Mais l'homme, il faut bien l'aimer
But we must love man.


Surtout dans la beauté
Especially in the beauty.


De la révolte - il faut l'aimer
Of rebellion - we must love it.


Même quand il t'accuse
Even when it accuses you.


Même quand il se refuse
Even when it refuses you.


Quand il s'invente des faux amis
When it invents fake friends.


Des vrais ennemis
And real enemies.


Ou comme nous - des pays cachés
Or like us - hidden countries.


L'amour d'où qu'il vienne
Love, no matter what its origin.


C'est toujours l'amour
It's always love.




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