Текст песни Алена Al.kaida - Бумажным

Where the flame burns down the paper,
I love to be alone.
In my world, the cold and not enough heat.
I love to be alone.
Among the crowd empty again I do not see the bottom.
I love to be alone.
My counterpart. My light and my darkness.
I love to be alone.

Street. Lantern. Deserted alley.
Among paper people I do not know where I was.
Inspired by a whisper. But the lips are closed at all.
Where are your eyes, which in the eyes of the soul? No. Forget It.
But there is a letter, written in the body.
In the paper world every man according to his will is done.
So boldly, scraps of expensive magazines.
On the body fashionista quotes, photos, clippings pieces
Got out and became the credo of life instead of places.
Not see, but still people like page flipping.
And further. Old men in faded scraps of newspapers.
The memory of past years. But the former is not.
And the question of taboo. Mirror of the soul forget.
Instead - just lumps of securities, look at it:
On the whole back at the man poster expensive cars.
And written on his face, "Nobody."
I see kids: candy wrappers, labels, inserts,
Do not jump into the gum, do not play Okay.
To me it is alien. Like a shot of someone else's sleep.
I will not go with them paper. I'll be alone.

Where the flame burns down the paper,
I love to be alone.
In my world, the cold and not enough heat.
I love to be alone.
Among the crowd empty again I do not see the bottom.
I love to be alone.
My counterpart. My light and my darkness.
I love to be alone.