Lyrics Аленка - Саша Бес - дети пустых переулков

We once got up once on the stone bridge
And became stones
And the air soles the inhibitory brain
Tight belts

Smoked, read other people's poems
Under the sounds of piano
When everyone fled along the Black River,
We just stood

Broken headlights and glass machines
Religious city
But we will make it, we will run
Through the marrow and cold

We will pray to whom we want
And we will be all evening
To the touch view hundreds of paintings
And think about eternal

We were looking for fearlessness in Mourning Mol
Found only puddles
And hiding by shadows in a black window
We do not need

We are a wild pack of free hyen
We are lions on a walk
We are strong children of kicked walls,
Empty lanes