Сон / Dream from Son by Obiymy Doschu

I dreamt
Of a crazed winter
Stealing heavy rains
From autumn
I dreamt
Of a winter-clad spring
As if it was a performance
Cold and sorrowful
And in the face of spring
The summer was burning
Driving the people around
Behind their narrow walls
Defenseless and small
Flowers didn’t come back to life
And the black field was smoldering
On the burned ground

Gray ashes rose
Reaching to the sky
And it was filled with dirt
And would be gray forever
Withered October leaves
Were searching for peace in the sky
And corrupt people
Turned a blind eye

I saw in this dream
How a brother kills a brother
And sons shut their doors
In their mothers' faces
I heard loud screaming
The saints were led behind bars
By bloodthirsty bureaucrats
Who felt no remorse
I saw children
Tormented by famine
While wealthy people nearby
Would play a game of golf
And most of the people
Who were around
Didn’t know any grief
And played their role

Go on and smile
Since this isn’t real
It’s a dark road
Where no one gives a damn
Even if you close the shutters
To block the nightmare
After waking up from it
You will never fall asleep again

After all, we are human
We are still human
Bewildered humans
That stray in the darkness
We just want to love
And to be loved
Without envy, anger
Hatred and lies
So the only thing left is to love
And be loved
To believe in wonders
Or believe in the fact
That we’re not here forever
That the Lord awaits
Or, rising up at last
Build the world together
Where everything around is real
Where cherries blossom in groves
Where everything is dear and ours
Where the sun will rise for us

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