Starsend-Oblomov

...and from the sky the rays of the suns are rushing down As the mighty one at the end of the stars Where the history＇s fallen They will regain the glory from the wrecks of the iron heart The seats of emperors now left in ruins Long past the center of the galactic empire now The prosperity blooms on the other end But there is something hidden under the cover of the poor farmar＇s world We are the ones successors of the one We hold his work going safe through the time Untouchable minds controlling the ones On the world of physics science on the worlds of other suns Through the thousand years of boundless anarchy We designers of history We will hold the plan Our unit is the crowd We specify equations to reach the final end to regain the bygone glory... And from the sky the rays of the suns are rushing down As the mighty one a few chosen ones Hidden under remainder of iron they cannot let the mankind fall Somewhere out in space they feel someone same to work on his plan To work by the same way Surviving depends on equation＇s evolution They can it a litle change They can it a litle hold on... Someone is out there He＇s watching what I do From far in the space controlling my mind Is it still me or am I changed Oh how I wish to find them The source of my mind Someone is out there Someone is there He＇s watching what I do Controlling my brain from far in space From distant stars they direct my mind They show me the way Is it still me Are it still my thoughts or am I changed My memories alternated Oh how I wish How I wish to find them The source of my mind The source of my direction