I do not know how we will get out of this war Maybe as transitional beings, hybrid realities or simply machines And maybe we won't remember our name Oh brother, let's get away from this noisy crowd There are still ships sailing to Byzantium And caravans moving in silence Towards Chang'An, towards Chang'an
Bad preachers come screaming from the west side They talk about nothing to a crowd of lotus eaters Heroes are chased away, no one can raise the sword Oh brother, let's get away from this declining world
Wise kings and warriors lift up new empires To heaven, to heaven, to heaven
Rivers still flow along the Asian plains Where the sky begins and ends and begins again Everything runs with winds and rains Everything ends at the gates of Chang'an Just a prospect on the horizon and the wind behind us Swaying along the changing course of things And along the highlands We follow the phoenix in flight between harmony and perfection We seek our brothers and sisters We seek our ourselves in another dimension
Because we are all connected to the sun, We are Zenith and Nadir and we are always on the run Restless souls always looking for something We are once again on the way to Chang'an
Rivers still flow along the Asian plains Where the sky begins and ends and begins again Everything runs with winds and rains Everything ends at the gates of Chang'an
Rivers still flow along the Asian plains Where the sky begins and ends and begins again Everything runs with winds and rains Everything ends at the gates of Chang'anTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
