Suite - Omega

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!

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

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

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

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

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