The Love from a Dead Orchestra
Versailles Lyrics


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The black sea traces the howling of the wind
In these intervals
The memories, changed into roses, started to follow the present

Inside the picture, the beasts hurt each other
And they hand the memories over to the darkness

Why do these days refuse to stop like this
And turn people into something ugly?
This melody will turn into a blue tranquility
They should disappear

I'm alienated from the connection
From fascination to expectation
I can't divide the phrases
The historical facts are drawn

Those fingertips will turn into a blue tranquility
People pierce their hearts with loneliness
While I'm staring at the roses, the melody of death flows
Ah… should it fall down

Disappear Burn The ugly me
No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead
If these thoughts reach I'll get rid of everything
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose

I'll come through, in the midst of this snow

The god of death is now born

Disappear Burn The ugly me
No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead
If these thoughts reach I'll get rid of everything
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose





Disappear Burn The ugly me
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose

Overall Meaning

The Love from a Dead Orchestra by Versailles poetically explores the themes of memory, death, and transformation. The opening lines paint a vivid picture of the black sea being traced by the howling wind, which sets the tone for the melancholic and mysterious atmosphere of the song. The memories, turned into roses, are following the present, which may imply that the past is still very much alive and present in the singer's mind. The beasts hurting each other in the picture and handing memories over to the darkness could be a metaphor for the violence and pain of human relationships and how they can be engulfed by the shadows of memory.


The chorus, which goes "Disappear/Burn/The ugly me/No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead," could be interpreted in several ways. It may be the singer's desire to escape the negative aspects of themselves and their past, which seem to constantly resurface. It could also be an allusion to the cyclical nature of life and death, the idea that nothing truly disappears or dies. The line "I just want to bloom like the flawless rose" suggests the singer's hope for transformation and growth, despite the burden of painful memories and self-perceived ugliness.


Overall, The Love from a Dead Orchestra is a complex and layered song that invites various interpretations. It delves into the themes of memory, transformation, and the cyclical nature of life and death in a poetic and thought-provoking way.


Line by Line Meaning

The black sea traces the howling of the wind
The rough sea echoes the sound of the wind.


In these intervals
During these moments in time.


The memories, changed into roses, started to follow the present
The past memories, transformed into beautiful roses, now accompany the present moment.


Inside the picture, the beasts hurt each other
The creatures in the image harm each other.


And they hand the memories over to the darkness
They transfer the memories to the darkness, away from the light.


Why do these days refuse to stop like this
Why won't time come to a halt?


And turn people into something ugly?
Why do people become corrupted over time?


This melody will turn into a blue tranquility
The tune will transform into peacefulness.


They should disappear
They must vanish.


I'm alienated from the connection
I feel disconnected and isolated.


From fascination to expectation
From being intrigued to demanding.


I can't divide the phrases
I can't separate the parts of speech.


The historical facts are drawn
The events of the past are depicted.


Those fingertips will turn into a blue tranquility
The fingers will transform into calmness.


People pierce their hearts with loneliness
Individuals endure great sadness by themselves.


While I'm staring at the roses, the melody of death flows
As I gaze at the roses, a tune of demise plays in the background.


Ah... should it fall down
Oh... will it collapse?


Disappear Burn The ugly me
Vanish, burn, the unattractive part of myself.


No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead
No matter how frequently I eliminate it, my physical form revives.


If these thoughts reach I'll get rid of everything
If these reflections are heard, I'll eradicate it all.


I just want to bloom like the flawless rose
I desire to flourish like the immaculate, unblemished rose.


I'll come through, in the midst of this snow
I'll break through, amidst the snow.


The god of death is now born
The deity of mortality is born.




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