The burning desire to live and roam free
It shines in the dark and it grows within me
You're holding my hand but you don't understand
So where I am going, you won't be in the end
I'm dreaming in colors of getting the chance
Of dreaming of trying the perfect romance
The search of the door, to open your mind
In search of the cure of mankind
Help us were drowning
So close up inside
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
How will the lights die down, telling us who we are?
I'm searching for answers, not given for free
Your hurting inside, is there life within me?
You're holding my hand but you don't understand
So you're taking the road all alone in the end
I'm dreaming in colors, no boundaries are there
I'm dreaming the dream, and I'll sing to share
In search of the door, to open your mind
In search of the cure of mankind
Help us were drowning
So close up inside
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain, down on utopia?
And when the lights die down, telling us who we are
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
And when the lights die down, telling us who we are
Why does it rain?
Перевод:
Пламенная страсть к жизни и свободе
Освещает мой путь и становится все сильнее,
Ты держишь меня за руку, но ничего не понимаешь...
Так что, там, куда я иду, - тебя не будет.
Я вижу красочные сны, в которых у меня есть шанс
Найти идеальные отношения...
Поиски ключа к твоим мыслям -
Это поиски спасения человечества.
Помоги, мы же тонем -
Так близко друг к другу...
Почему идет дождь, дождь, дождь в утопии?
Почему приходится прощаться со своими идеалами?
Почему идет дождь, дождь, дождь в утопии?
Каким образом гаснущие фонари покажут нам, кто мы есть на самом деле?
Я ищу ответы, которые не даются бесплатно.
Ты испытываешь страдания. Есть ли еще во мне жизнь?
Ты держишь меня за руку, но ничего не понимаешь...
Ты идешь своей дорогой, в итоге оставаясь одиноким...
Я вижу красочные сны, в которых меня ничего не ограничивает.
Я вижу сон и пою, чтобы поделиться
Поисками ключа к твоим мыслям,
Поисками спасения человечества...
Помоги, мы же тонем -
Так близко друг к другу...
Почему идет дождь, дождь, дождь в утопии?
Почему приходится прощаться со своими идеалами?
Почему идет дождь, дождь, дождь в утопии?
Каким образом гаснущие фонари покажут нам, кто мы есть на самом деле?
Почему идет дождь, дождь, дождь в утопии?
Почему приходится прощаться со своими идеалами?
Почему идет дождь, дождь, дождь в утопии?
Каким образом гаснущие фонари покажут нам, кто мы есть на самом деле?
Почему идет дождь? The burning desire to live and roam free
It shines in the dark and it grows within me
You're holding my hand but you do not understand
So where I am going, you will not be in the end
I'm dreaming in colors of getting the chance
Of dreaming of trying the perfect romance
The search of the door, to open your mind
In search of the cure of mankind
Help us were drowning
So close up inside
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
How will the lights die down, telling us who we are?
I'm searching for answers, not given for free
Your hurting inside, is there life within me?
You're holding my hand but you do not understand
So you're taking the road all alone in the end
I'm dreaming in colors, no boundaries are there
I'm dreaming the dream, and I'll sing to share
In search of the door, to open your mind
In search of the cure of mankind
Help us were drowning
So close up inside
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain, down on utopia?
And when the lights die down, telling us who we are
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
And when the lights die down, telling us who we are
Why does it rain?
Translation:
The fiery passion for life and freedom
Lights my way and getting stronger,
You're holding my hand but you do not understand ...
So, there, where I'm going - you will not.
I see colorful dreams in which I have the chance
Find the perfect relationship ...
Finding the key to your thoughts -
It searches for the salvation of mankind.
Help, we're drowning -
So close to each other ...
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
Why do I have to kill the ideal?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
How the lights die down, telling us who we really are?
I'm looking for answers that are not free.
You are suffering. Is there still life in me?
You're holding my hand but you do not understand ...
You go your way, eventually staying alone ...
I see colorful dreams in which I did not limit.
I'm dreaming and I sing to share
Search for clues to your thoughts,
Search of salvation of mankind ...
Help, we're drowning -
So close to each other ...
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
Why do I have to kill the ideal?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
How the lights die down, telling us who we really are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
Why do I have to kill the ideal?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
How the lights die down, telling us who we really are?
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