1. A tower and a window
It’s the next bland night
Out of a window is a landscape – midnight and darkness
Some steps like shots escaped in the distance
The last passer – by gave away the dead time
Neon lights kill the shadows’ dance
Naked dummies laugh at their masters
A dead silence revives, its sounds are like glass
A crazy sound of siren disappeared in the fog

Chorus:
I don’t know what is true
on the brink of a dream
I don’t know what is a dream
on the brink of the truth
A city and a night, a city and a shock

2. The Sun has reached its Zenith and the dead time has revived
The city fights with its shadow once again
Apathy and vacuum, speed and shock
The aim is left in the back of us, maybe someone knew it
Millions of contradictory aims are still interspersed
The world of clockwork dolls, events and a fate
The prophets shout their slogans, beggars are laughing
Soulless puppets are wobbling in the wind

Chorus:
I don’t know what is true etc.