Сны ночного Манхэттена

The world is spinning in the dark A million lights, a single spark We cross the borders in our minds Leaving all the noise behind The city breathes in sync with me A quiet kind of symphony Atmosphere is holding us close In the echoes of the things we lost Across the oceans, through the sky We watch the universe go by We are the dreamers of the night Bathed in the artificial light A pulse electric, slow and deep While everybody is asleep We speak a language of the soul Making broken fragments whole From east to west, the rhythm sways Caught in this atmospheric maze Atmosphere is holding us close... Just dreamers... In the light...