Текст песни SCULL SHAKER - Сомнение в себе, как точка отсчета

One day , where we lived ,
Leave flowers,
In the fickle wind
Aliens moods .
Other forms of art ,
Other dreams
And the post-apocalyptic
Look no doubt .

And I can pretend that all is well .
Then blind stupid of me will be left behind .

And by studying other people's faces ,
I read in the eyes of children ,
What the world is perfect .
Their image as naive ,
As the roads of the day .
And I want to enjoy ,
After all, the image will not last forever .

And I could be wrong , but it seems to me ,
What we do not do what we dream .