Пилот Будильник

For the one who sees a dream,
It is absolutely useless to be searching for a reason;
Why is he right here?
For the one who's being dreamed,
It is dangerous to think that you're the one who's watching
Right across the wave.

Who will save my world?
It is split in half and falling, ever falling
To the void…
In the hundred faces 'round,
I can only see the utter incomprehension
Of the words I say.

I am dressed in black today,
And today I am compelled to
Wear a mask to hide my face.
And although my color is
Still a secret, I must say that
Silence is a scoundrel's right.

Who will save my world?
It is split in half and falling, ever falling
To the void…
In the hundred faces 'round,
I can only see the utter incomprehension…

But what if tomorrow
The masks will fall down,
Tomorrow the masks will recall their own hue.
Tomorrow the people
Will split into two kinds:
Those falling down and those who flew.

Who will save my world?
It is split in half and falling, ever falling
To the void…
In the hundred faces 'round,
I can only see the utter incomprehension
Of the words I say…

Of the words I say…