Utopia (Feat. Chris Jones) — (Sharon Den Adel, Gibson)
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?
Utopia
The burning desire to live and roam free It shines in the dark and it grows within me Youre holding my hand but you don't understand So where I'm 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 idea 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? Youre holding my hand but you don't understand So youre 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 idea 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 idea 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?..
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 спасен