The Portraits

Verse 1

Going through a gallery of spotlights,
Where the pictures are hanging against each other.
Does anybody know, who's on these portraits?
What is hidden undercovered?

Some of them look arrogantly,
Some - with modest downcast glance.
I don't know: secretly or openly:
Some disgust me, some - feel nice.

Chorus

These are the portraits of:
My dreams, my eager desires,
Knowing me still as a fighter
And knowing you just like the same one:
Who doesn't accept the defeat.
These portraits are put on repeat.
These portraits are put on repeat.

Verse 2

Going through the thickness of the scripts,
I catch the author's intentions: what do they want to show?
Sometimes we cannot understand each other's dreams,
But it's still not too late to take a look and then, who knows?

I dare to look for you, even from a distance,
Even not now, among the scenery and confusion,
Among carelessness and, for instance,
In spite of the distance separating the fusion.

Chorus

These are the portraits of:
My dreams, my eager desires,
Knowing me still as a fighter
And knowing you just like the same one:
Who doesn't accept the defeat.
These portraits are put on repeat.
These portraits are put on repeat.

These are the portraits of:
My dreams, my eager desires,
Knowing me still as a fighter
And knowing you just like the same one:
Who doesn't accept the defeat.
These portraits are put on repeat.
These portraits are put on repeat.

Going through a gallery of spotlights,
Where the pictures are hanging against each other.
Does anybody know, who's on these portraits?
What is hidden undercovered?