Версия на английском, в классическом трансе.
Не для коммерческого использования.

Wings of rust that catch no air
Sunrise glows but no one's there
Silhouettes of hollow skies
Cyber-bird with weary cries

Singing to the void alive
Echoes wake where dreams collide
Paradise lost in the haze
Dead ruins hum their final phrase

Feathers made of plated steel
No soft winds, No breath to feel
Lifeless trees in shadows lean
Holding tight a broken scene

No ears to hear,
No hearts to care
But still the song just fills the air
The notes They spiral wide and free
Built for grief
Yet yearning glee

Rusted wings refuse to glide
Still they sing Hearts open wide
To the stars Their voices soar
Whispering of what came before

Singing to the void alive
Echoes wake where dreams collidе...