Текст песни Алиса - Все скорбят о потере, а мне не жаль

When the force of the day
Crumpled night
And the emptiness years
Draw a hour,
I'll start the game,
Pick words
To the sound was able to express the essence
Each of us.

Experimenting,
Ryadim, judge, Mila
Us without us.
Other, similar,
Close, passers -
Hundreds of eyes.

All graze smoke northern runes
Those that I invented,
Carving runes of the strings
Fire.

And in the eyes, as it is pressed against the wall
Only fear so sad.
All mourn the loss, but I
Not bad.

From myself to him
The world is heading.
By myself yourself
Valuing land.
I'll start the game
Pick words
To the world could lose everything
And start from scratch.

01.12.2009. Intercession