Алиса - Крик. Москва Зелёный Театр 31.05.2013
текст песни

Scream

On the road to nowhere
Dashing, woe and trouble
Control the ways -
To whom the right redistribution
Who is the left remake
To whom the wall is ahead.

From birth to zero
Life is not worth the ruble
The sentence is always alone.
There is a special style here,
Thinking to a fight is not a reason
Time will come out, let's see.

If the newcomer wanders,
In an instant, we will take it into circulation.
Eh, dashing side!
How many strings are not birch
How much in the soul do not look,
You will not see a damn thing.

And next to the answer
The wind flutters the ringing
Losing tone in flight.
Torn to shreds
Dawn sheet
As a connection that they burned at night.

Here at sorrow a feast with a mountain,
Song, dance, face -
All fun is to the same.
Either tears, or laughter,
In Pervach, infusion is sin
On the nettle-legged.

Here from the truth to rumor
The drunken magi roam,
Drinking the fuck that -
To whom is the staff yes
Who is the woe in the mind
Who is the heart in the sieve,

And in love its lands,
From fire to altar,
Like from the sun to heaven.
At least fight, at least votes
Dead souls in Rus'
They will put a cross anyway.

And next to the answer
The wind flutters the ringing
Losing tone in flight.
Torn to shreds
Dawn sheet
As a connection that they burned at night.

And they will bustle,
As if there was a fire
Not knowing how the gift strangles.
One half a world
In a combustion arose
In love, melting a scream