Текст песни: The Dreamers + перевод

I count halos on your forehead

I smell the stars in all your white eastern skies

Where zodiacs taste like beehives

And every sting is a reward, full of anthems, of colour and delight…

We are the dreamers, the distance to reality

We are the dremers, the blemish of a wound

We are the dreamers, the missing link to history

We are the dreamers and nothing else what counts…

Plant the kings' heads in the orchard

Under the nests of red birds with their hierarchy

And I’ll judge you, just for our fun

'Cause every law, that’s written is a doctrine, spelled by you and me…

We are the dreamers, the distance to reality

We are the dremers, the blemish of a wound

We are the dreamers, the missing link to history

We are the dreamers and nothing else what counts…

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