voice of loneliness - Алиса. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Today, the hungry October is recking marked doors to the world of outgoing fairy tales. Let all colors of the sea tell about this story, scattering not signed letters on the bridges. We are people captives in the immaculate consciousness of Mile Alice, invented by the world in her head - part of our past. This girl in the air dustier still remembers faded. Imagine, we were once in flowers. They grew up in the gardens and bloomed under the night, with curiousness repainting the stars in brightly flaming ruby. But on such a destructive face, so unbearable, we freezed from the gloomy charm of unloved hands, breathing in the aroma of the books burned on the grass. We were destined to hug for forgiveness. And now we are here with you, in one of the worst Karrolla nightmares.