Time

(Куплет №1)

I'm piecing life together like a puzzle on my way, Down a dark corridor, walking toward the light of day. Of all the many passages, the one I need is locked tight, I pray to God to help me, 'cause I don't know what is right. (I'm all alone.) This song is like a hypnotist's whisper in your mind — And yet this life is wonderful, the sweetest of its kind. With these lines I give you breath, it reaches in so deep, It slips into your mind and finds you even in your sleep. (Yours)

(Припев)

Triumph is inevitable — that's how the story's crowned, Among the madness of the normal people all around. Everybody's losing their minds, everybody needs digits, But you'll never find our numbers, no matter how you dig it. We broadcast in letters through the radio's hum, Every day in the Universe new games, new rules come.
The game has started — the time has come. The game is finished — the time is done. We push the pawns across the board with flair, And kings on a leash — just as easy, I swear.

(Куплет № 2)

I play my "PlayStation" with no joystick, just my stare, Eyes fixed on the display — no wheel, no hands, no care. And I don't need a top DJ to spin it into space, A track-virus — no jokes, no trifles — just the bass. (Our Earth)
I don't look like everybody — your attention on me Is the success of all my efforts, and that's plain to see. I'll never do a stupid thing, 'cause that would be a sin, And sinning is a game I know I'm never going to win.
I see nothing, I know nothing, I hear nothing.
But I understand it all and feel it all the same, I take the good and give it back — that's how I play the game.
Inadequate personalities Never get this poetry. These lines are taken from real talk — Read between the lines as you walk. You've got a "GPS" on you — a beacon on your back.

(Припев)

Triumph is inevitable — that's how the story's crowned, Among the madness of the normal people all around. Everybody's losing their minds, everybody needs digits, But you'll never find our numbers, no matter how you dig it. We broadcast in letters through the radio's hum, Every day in the Universe new games, new rules come.
The game has started — the time has come. The game is finished — the time is done. We push the pawns across the board with flair, And kings on a leash — just as easy, I swear.

(Бридж)

Inadequate personalities Never get this poetry. These lines are taken from real talk — Read between the lines as you walk. You've got a "GPS" on you — a beacon on your back.

(Припев)

Triumph is inevitable — that's how the story's crowned, Among the madness of the normal people all around. Everybody's losing their minds, everybody needs digits, But you'll never find our numbers, no matter how you dig it. We broadcast in letters through the radio's hum, Every day in the Universe new games, new rules come.
The game has started — the time has come. The game is finished — the time is done. We push the pawns across the board with flair, And kings on a leash — just as easy, I swear.