Текст песни
In the twilight where time disappears,
Something wakes in the quiet air.
Not a song that the world can hear —
More like echoes of somewhere…
It moves like a scent of hidden flowers,
Soft as a secret no one knows,
Whispers through forgotten hours
Of things we never chose.
I don’t say it out loud,
But I feel it somehow…
There’s a city beyond my sleep,
Where the night runs silver and deep.
Where the streets are made of light,
And the dark feels warm, not frightening…
And I follow you there again,
Through the silence, through the end —
In a world that was never real,
But is all I ever feel…
There are bridges of fragile dreams,
Woven out of a fragile glow,
And the lamps don’t burn — they breathe
All the memories we know.
Every feeling becomes a shape,
Like snow in a windless sky,
Or frozen on a windowpane
Where quiet moments lie.
I can reach without touch,
Still it feels like too much…
There’s a city beyond my sleep,
Where the night runs silver and deep.
Where the streets are made of light,
And the dark feels warm, not frightening…
And I find you there every time,
In between what’s yours and mine —
In a place I can’t explain,
But I’m drawn to it again…
You don’t speak — but I hear your voice,
Like the stars when they collide…
Not a story, not a choice —
Just a world we hold inside…
Shapes of someone I’ve never known,
Still they feel like home to me…
There’s a city beyond my sleep,
Still it’s calling me back to dream…
Where the light begins to fade,
But the feeling always stays…
And the morning pulls me away,
But it never takes you away —
You’re the echo that remains
In the silence… in my veins…
When the dawn dissolves the night,
Soft and pale in rose and white,
I still feel you linger near…
Like a dream that won’t disappear…
