Текст песни Рум 122 - Мечтатели

We are like books in the library,
They take us and leave us.
We are just lines on the sheets
They read and forget us.

We are just letters in words
When inside when in the alphabet,
We are only commas,
Sometimes we stand, sometimes forgotten.

Strange flowers,
Strange colors,
But the dreamers will not die,
Never.

And there will be robots with guitars
And from the planet there will only be soil.
Dreamers will walk gloomy
And cry that they are not needed.

They will have their problems all their problems,
All their names will forget
But the dreamers will not die,
Never.