Кімната / The Room from Son by Obiymy Doschu

The room is dark
There's no one around
It seems I'm here by chance
A new day begins behind the window
The curtained windows
Got used to being
A wall for the sunlight
And fresh air won’t find my lungs

But somewhere near a river
Under the blue skies
The ages flow by
To the birds chirping
And the wind sighs in
A bright green grove
Vast fields
Lead to the sky
While I’m here
Looking for peace
Can’t find it
No matter how much time I waste

Blocks of concrete
Conquer the horizon
Sometimes I’m doing well
But my dreams drown
In the thick dust
Among these gray walls
And so day by day
The years go by
I dive online
With a cup of tea
But I know it’s in vain
And my heart is waiting for changes

But somewhere near a river
Under the blue skies
The ages flow by
To the birds singing
And the wind sighs in
A bright green grove
Vast fields
Lead to the sky
While I’m here
Looking for peace
Can’t find it
No matter how much time I waste

Somewhere
Beauty is so bright it blinds me
Somewhere
Dew washes dreams under the moonlight
Somewhere
The grass is soft like a first kiss
The Earth is alive
Her strings are singing, but not for us

• Rock
• crossover prog
• prog rock
• progressive rock
• symphonic prog
• symphonic rock
• Kyiv