Текст песни Песня под гитару - Мы все из темных подворотен...

Here, the sky will fall on the asphalt heavy cloud of dreams
Here, in light windows only complements gray.
And the old walled courtyard pit houses
Moaning softly icy fortress.
Of units, tens and hundreds
We prorostali here one wall .
We are all of the dark alleys ,
We are not afraid of the darkness , we are not afraid of the darkness ...

Here time spews that not digested ,
Here all sinks and even that did not sink .
Here a strange old deacon censer
Ignite and strongly swinging has bruised .
Without banks , without spirit and without flesh
We are dying here straying into the swarm .
We are all of the dark alleys ,
We are not afraid of the darkness , we are not afraid of the darkness ...

Here silence which competes with year storm,
Here you will easily find the castle, but you will not find the door.
And the thoughts that creep , then flying bullet
And dead light Croutes lights .
And here amid the unfinished canvases
We opened up a globe .
We are all of the dark alleys ,
We are not afraid of the darkness , we are not afraid of the darkness ...

But here is able to cry ice when to frost,
A dirt just be scenery for the play .
Let not see here you pompous roses
But tears will find live drop.
Here the world is no longer relevant and is not trendy
But here live the spirit flowing blood.
We come from all the dark alleys ,
We're here creates faith and love and love and love ...