歌詞

In a tower made of copper dreams

He drew the lightning with bare hands

Echoes danced on midnight beams

Blueprints scrawled in shifting sands

No gods above, no kings below—

Only volts that hum and glow

He spoke in sparks, he sang in arcs

A mind too vast for time to know

Breaker of silence, wielder of light

Alone in the storm, chasing the night

Tesla!

A whisper through wires, a ghost in the coil

Burning with visions the world would despoil

They laughed at the man with electric eyes

But cities sleep beneath his skies

Pigeons and pulses, magnetic trance

He danced with the future in resonance

Wardenclyffe weeps in rusted rain

His dreams dissolved in corporate chains

But even now, in twilight air

His voice still crackles everywhere

Tesla!

Child of thunder, prophet betrayed

Your lightning still sings in the machines you made

Tesla!

Eclipsed by the shadows, lost in the flame

But every storm still whispers your name

“The present is theirs…

But the future, for which I really worked, is mine.”