Я проснусь в пустой квартире. Пойду в пустую кухню варить кофе. В первый раз за месяц в ключу телевизор. Пусто. Прислушаюсь к пустоте льющейся из радио приемника. Стрелки часов мерно отмерят в пустоту секунду за секундой до положенного времени. Я выйду на пустую улицу, и упорно буду отводить глаза от пустых взглядов скользящих по мне. На пустой остановке я сяду в пустой автобус и поеду… верно, дорогой дневник, в пустоту… И пустой мир накроет меня с головой…

All the same take me away.
We’re dead to the world.
The child thought to the poet’s world.
Gave comfort to the Fallen.
Remaining, yet still uninvited.
Those words scented my soul.

It’s not the monster under the bed
It is the Man next door.
That makes you fear, makes you cry,
Makes you cry for the child.
All the wars are fought among those lonely men.
Unarmed, unscarred.

I don’t want to die a scarless man.
A lonely soul I studied silence to learn the music.
I joined the sinful to regain innocence.

Heaven queen, cover me.
In all that blue, little boy,
Such precious joy. Is dead to the world.
Heaven queen, carry me. Away from all pain.
All the same take me away.
We’re dead to the world.

Dead silent, constant,
Yet always changing –
My favorite view of this world.
As he died, he will return to die me again.
Weaving the cloth, giving birth to the Century Child.
Who gave his life not for the world but for me
Innocence reborn once more.

© Nightwish – Dead to the World