Detention - Beyond

In the middle of nowhere Year by year I wake up in the dead of night I behold this peon lying In his bed alone In the heat of a dying hearth Awaiting for no one Looking in my eyes Whatever passes by In his dreams, in the air Reappearing in my head Leaving only at the dawn What I do is what I hate And what I love is kept only In the dreams of a man Who dares to step beyond me When they laugh he don't care When they cry he don't feel sorry He is me beyond myself This is me in Siberian story Run to where is no return Where we lost and don't recover Where we were proclaimed the evil Of the battles lost Say in your enemy tongue What you can barely endure What's lost can't be regained But at least can be rescheduled I don't seek idle celebrations But cognition, not yielding pleasure This is my doom And my doom is my measure Which is seeking celebrations And condition to yield my demise