Lyrics Talga feat Gaspar - Стены

The nature of the streets still changes fate
It changes the essence, as a result, people change
And what will happen to us
I wonder
But I won’t find the answer in a smoked cigarette
The walls are silent, but remember the chronicle of all events
All those moments to which the threads are lost
Time burned bridges and we are no longer children
Ashes of memories carry south wind
My walls are full of the idea of ​​these songs
I will never trade, never in the world
I transcended myself with lyrics and poetry
The tunnel paths that have been traveled together
Night glare of glasses, city windows
Where you can see the reflection of fast-moving cars
We burn life, traces of these tires
And these songs are not just for the soul
There are thousands of reasons not to be silent about it.
Fate herself called me a street poet
There is no way to change me, although fate is blind
And what will happen next with us, I don’t know
All these tracks are tightly eaten into memory
This is part of what I can leave behind.
The coming day brings change
But I’m sure of only one thing - my fortress - my walls

Walls are my fortress
The walls are my fortress and I am sitting behind the walls
The walls are my fortress, I find peace behind them

My fortress is the walls of urban areas
These courtyards where I grew up, where everything is so familiar
And this way to the house through the old alleys
Labyrinths between houses to get home soon
And I pulled the curtains, making the music quieter
Lanterns burn in the area, the area lives and breathes
I watch from the roof, I see a change
But the imprint of time is bleeding through my veins
Brought up by the system. You won’t break just
We survived everything, remember, in the nineties
Now you're an adult, now it's different
And only our names in hoarse intercoms
Slightly above balconies, slightly below roof
Between the floors, the neighbors wouldn’t just wake up
Elusive three times, invincible twice
We are generation X that grew up in high-rise buildings
First love once - a neighbor from the yard
From these old plates my destiny originates
From a kid to a man, to a personality specifically
I'm not in a hurry to grow up, but the years fly by
We all go somewhere to return later
It all started here. My neighborhood, my yard, my home
Menthol with tobacco, so as not to get used to the smoke
Another drag - the process is not reversible
What will we be tomorrow? And here is a second before the start
And we go the routes, those that are not on the maps
Breaking someone’s fate and creating a family
Everything is almost like in childhood, like a deja vu
Bristle on the face was not yet visible
And where are my 17 years old on the big carriage
Brought up in these walls, born to be free
Only god can judge me (you can not see me) you will not see me in the forum
I'll look at the stars, I'll look at the sky
Remember how in the dark porches I read you couplets
Street is a home for poets. In this we are all lost
But I’m sure of only one thing.
My fortress is my walls.