This song has such strong message, that it cannot be translated properly, but here's an attempt:
What I'm saying is not about me
It's about the soil, it's about the roots
It's about the unseen yesterday, It's about tomorrow and forever
This is about the cold silence of the Men in frames. (Pictures on the wall)
This is not about masks, it's about beyond the veil
This is about uncertainty on an entire generation, between staying and leaving
Between sleeping 'till noon and jumping up at dawn
Someone's gotta say where the hell are we?
Midway of a bright future or still in caves
Someone's gotta say why are we so pale!?
Why has no one seen us even under this many microscopes!?
Tell me if you can't bear to hear what I'm telling you
Just look at me today, my pictures are not worth no more
I won't say the last words, unless you tell me that you're awoken
Whoever is really listening, has already heard me
This is about uncertainty on an entire generation, between staying and leaving
Between sleeping 'till noon and jumping up at dawn
Someone's gotta say where the hell are we?
Midway of a bright future or still in caves
Someone's gotta say why are we so pale!?
Why has no one seen us even under this many microscopes!?