I am walking among the burning trees
Houses are on fire too
You turn the city into smoke
Burned eyes, blind eyesight
When you pick up your voice
The city turns to dust

I bang my head against the wall, a closed crowd
The animal farm and the king
A thorn grows in the wings, it hits the shore
A legion of empty hearts

Metropolis fades, slow dawn
Which one is already knocking on our door?
Crying floods the vision of trodden days
White days, eo!

Metropolis when dreaming is forbidden
We are given prescriptions for dreams
We can live, but that doesn't mean anything
Doesn't mean anything, uh!
Eo!
Eo!
Eo!

I don't want to go through the line
I do not want to go in when the stairs are without barriers
I don't want to speak out loud about what is wise
I don't want to write about what is inconvenient for some

Futuristic vision, asexual haven
Colorful illusions
I feel the shame trickling down my coat
And the coat melts into shit

I am drowning in the ruins of the state
All the cities are on fire
Shaded windows
And behind them, the war

I don't know what beauty is
But if the essence is in his mirror
I prefer ugly space
Than that face that whispers at the constitution

I watch the world stand on my shoulders
As in Caravan by Salvador Dali
Such nice visions, I am waiting for these visions
I am waiting for these visions, oo

I am walking among the burning trees
Houses are on fire too
You turn the city into smoke

Metropolis fades slow dawn
Which one is already knocking on our door?
Crying floods the vision of trodden days
White days, eo!

Metropolis when dreaming is forbidden
We are given prescriptions for dreams
We can live, but that doesn't mean anything
Doesn't mean anything, uh!
Eo!
Eo!
Eo!