Текст песни Алиса - Сны

Wake me up,
Thirty years and three days
I tried to make a fire.

In the fray of different systems,
The bun is my totem
Leaving any chases.

Behind me
Time bends in an arc
Ahead of a round dance of minutes.

I built worlds
For the sake of this game,
But I forgot everything I dreamed about here.

I'm losing touch
I spread a blizzard on the net,
What a dream come true.

For every dream, fate
Behind every death is life.
All this jazz is a fight
Just come on hold on.

Everything in the world
To the sky has an account.
How, and for what, in response,
Who will make out here?

Falling asleep in a dream
Went out in the spring
And tried not to sleep at all

Vlet changed addresses
Burnt eyes
And he taught sparrows to fly.

Time crumbles into chalk
Either rapid, then space
The void between here and there.

And do not stick together
They say there was a fool
Lied a lot, and left the whole.

03/24/2011 Pokrovka