Oblomov - Starsend

...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