Suite (200 Years After The Last War 1974)

Текст песни Omega - Suite (200 Years After The Last War 1974)

Suite Lyrics[Part 1]
Look at the awaked he returns
On his rocking boat, reaches the shore
Slowly everything comes together
And the thread becomes thinner

A delicate spider web
Which would spin dreams
But now a little movement
And it's complete, torn apart, the end
Now that my boat has left me here
I look where I am sleepy
There's a chair front of the bed
Beyond the windows, rooftops

The sunlight plows on my face
A radio is on, I'm listening
Then I rise up
My steps are driven by habit

I'm stepping forward
Already walking outside
Vanished dreams farewell
Good morning people!

The light waits outside
New hopes invite
Drives me that I can overcome
Good morning people!

[Part 2]
Cylinders with roaring endless blare
Clanking constantly, night and day
What could it be? They call it miracle mill
I believe I know its secret well
Do you know what matters in the mill?
The cylinders that break the whole into pieces
How many times I've tried
Still it was stronger than I was
But tomorrow I would start again

Rushing through a meadow with flower scent
Once upon a time I lived so happily
On my way I got to the miracle mill
Something sad happened to me here

Do you know what matters at the mill?
The cylinders that break the whole into pieces
How many times I've tried
Still it was stronger than I was
But tomorrow I would start again

Cylinders with roaring endless blare
Clanking, I can hear night and day
I can go whether to north or south
They live in miracle mill alike

Don't forget what matters in the mill
The cylinders that break the whole into pieces
How many times I've tried
Still it was stronger than I was
But tomorrow I would start again
[Part 3]
It's evening, lamp gleams on the street
Above the sky extinguished
The house retired to rest
Only the landlord is awake

So people wonder about that
Tired, sleepy
At home would be nice by now
Outside the night is so deserted

The gray walls of houses are dreaming
Marvelous, silvery dreams
The silence escorts us
It runs far than returns

All things snuggle up
Houses, trees
The world sleeps, perhaps even sees a dream
Than let us go on quietly

[Part 4]
On this morning the world is different somehow
Wobbles the trolley, bored of being empty
Harsh alarm clocks don't make a sound
I can even lie until noontime

Some get on he bus, ride out beyond the city
Some in cars, on motor cycles speed wildly
Some repairs them until the evening
Yet they will not start

Some dig a hole, build up walls alone
Some loose money, some sink into bathtub
Many listen to the news
A gentleman upstairs plays the violin

[Part 5]
The girl spoke cuddling up next me
It is late already my dear
Tomorrow again work waits for us
I need to go now I believe

I spoke also while holding her
It's so nice when you're here my dear
No day or hour matters much
Hold me more my love

[Part 6]
Some are restless and start searching for themselves
Some understand nothing, to them the world isn't despair
The city falls into dream
Tomorrow everything will carry on