Завтра Зовет Меня (Enigma Original Mix)

At three AM, the wires began to sing.
A silver moth circled the dial.
The station had been dead for seventeen years, yet someone was breathing through the miles.
A map was pinned beneath the glass with one red road that wasn’t there, and on the tape, a woman’s voice was
counting footsteps on the stairs.
I turned the dial from west to east, past broken names and numbers lost.
A whisper slipped between the waves.
Tomorrow
is calling me
from somewhere
under the sea.
I hear my voice, but it isn’t mine.
It’s waiting on the other side of time.
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na,
na-na, na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na.
The voice described a yellow room, a cracked blue cup, a falling light.
The very things before my eyes were spoken hours
before that night.
Then came a sound I couldn’t place.
A child laughed, clear and small.
Three knocks against a wooden door,
though no one stood within the hall.
Tomorrow
is calling me
from somewhere
under the sea.
I hear my voice, but it isn’t mine.
It’s waiting on the other side of time.
Calling me, calling me. Through the static, through the blue.
Tomorrow knows what I will do,
but I don’t know
who it’s listening to.
The tape stopped.
The wind stopped.
Even the second hand
forgot to move. Am I listening to you?
Am I listening to you?
Oh. The final tape turned by itself.
A child’s voice,
almost asleep. Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na.