Omega — Suite

[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