Is this what it's like?
A dream lacking serenity?
A wordless conversation, a "you and I" without me.
Well I'll try and I won't get far,
I'll die and I won't get far
I'll try and know that everything's ok
So I guess this is where I lie
where the days are endless and the nights,
They just don't belong.
Dreaming my reality
where truth and fiction don't seem to exist
Confusion is home here,
But believe in you is what you insist on
(it's what you insist on)
Nights, don't belong, the nights, don't belong,
and the nights, they just don't belong...
***
Снится реальность
То есть вот какой он?
Сон без забывчивой безмятежности?
Разговор без слов, "ты и я", но без меня.
Что ж, я попытаюсь и немногого добьюсь,
Я умру и немногого добьюсь,
Я попытаюсь и буду знать, что все хорошо.
То есть, наверное, вот где я лежу,
Там, где дни бесконечны, а ночи,
Они просто здесь чужие...
Мне снится моя реальность,
Где, кажется, не существует ни правды, ни вымысла,
Здесь привычное состояние - путаница, замешательство,
Но ты настаиваешь, чтобы я верил в тебя
(ты на этом настаиваешь).
Ночи здесь чужие, эти ночи здесь чужие,
Эти ночи, они здесь чужие...
Is this what it's like?
A dream lacking serenity?
A wordless conversation, a "you and I" without me.
Well I'll try and I won't get far,
I'll die and I won't get far
I'll try and know that everything's ok
So I guess this is where I lie
where the days are endless and the nights,
They just don't belong.
Dreaming my reality
where truth and fiction don't seem to exist
Confusion is home here,
But believe in you is what you insist on
(it's what you insist on)
Nights, don't belong, the nights, don't belong,
and the nights, they just don't belong ...
***
Dreaming reality
So that's what it is?
A dream without forgetful serenity?
A conversation without words, "you and me," but without me.
Well, I'll try and get a little
I will die and achieve little
I will try and I will know that everything is fine.
That’s probably where I’m lying,
Where the days are endless and the nights
They are just strangers here ...
I dream of my reality
Where there seems to be no truth, no fiction,
Here the habitual state is confusion, confusion,
But you insist that I believe in you
(you insist on it).
The nights here are strangers, these nights are strangers here
These nights, they are strangers here ...
