Description
A dream where the world spins like an old globe creaking, but doesn't stop. Everyone is running somewhere: some after power, some after love, some just to feel something, anything. The eternal hunt, sometimes for others, sometimes for oneself. And in the background, a cold synthesizer and a voice as if from a mirror, where the reflection doesn't argue, but simply looks back. There's steel and silk in those sounds, weariness and confidence. It seems like everything has been clear for a long time: everyone is looking for their own thing, and everyone has their own way of not going crazy from this search. The music is steady, like a step on an empty nite highway. No drama, just moving forward. To the rhythm that resembles even the sweetest dreams, strange, difficult things are made.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
(Hold your head up, keep your head up) movin' on
(Hold your head up) movin' on, (keep your head up) movin' on
(Hold your head up) movin' on, (keep your head up) movin' on
(Hold your head up) movin' on (keep your head up)
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this (oh-oh)