Nespica - Алиса
текст песни

A golden July afternoon
Riverbank, Alice with her sister
Flow of thought, slow tone
Heat, boredom, drifting off to sleep
Book, text, no pictures
Flowers, wreath, rabbit, vest
Pocket, watch, speech, force, leap
Alice: "Rabbit, reason, shock"
Curiosity, hedge, forward
Burrow, tunnel, well, flight
Depth, calculation, darkness
Shelves, cupboard, jam, bottom
Thoughts: "Meridians, parallel..."
Boom! A pile of brushwood, a tunnel
Dungeons, corridors
Lamps, a key, doors, curtains
Fountains, flowerbeds, and flowers
A narrow rabbit hole, dreams
A bottle and a pie—ignorance
Tears, trembling, a passage, desire
Alice's desire to pass through the doors of paradise
Where the world is different, and life is different there
To close the doors behind the country's walls
Where old childhood dreams rest
She forgot her sister, the river, and the book
And in her soul, intrigue sang at the top of her voice
A song of the forgotten, of infancy, of dreams
Alone, she sang of where she had been

Memory of the past will not touch Alice
With ice or wind, evil and melancholy
With caustic snow or dim light
Alice forgot the peace of July
To escape from herself, to take off her masks
To smell the scent of a mysterious fairy tale
To believe Into the madness of boundless spaces
Where curiosity envelops the edges
A light boat on blue water
A long beam glides along the ridge
A July evening, the sun is setting
Alice could breathe in a fairy tale

Alice's desire to pass through the doors of paradise
Where the world is different, and life is different there
To close the doors behind the country's walls
Where ancient childhood dreams rest
Forgotten her sister, the river, and the book
And in her soul, intrigue sang at the top of her voice
A song of the forgotten, of infancy, of dreams
Of where she had been, she sang alone

But is Alice there, was she there?
Perhaps a fairy tale is the breath of sleep
Or will reality paint on the walls of borders
Alice's image from the living pages