Текст песни АлисА - Пульс

As the wind blew in the autumn
Yes, we went for a walk on the ground,
Utopia steppes, forests on fire
In the sky.

Clouds knit units,
Cities korezhit dust.
This is not fiction media, and profit -
Hour anger.

Pulse accelerated the night,
It will compress fist hand.
Risk - pulls so pricked
Let the fire in the blood.

Heat,
Grad,
Thunder -
It is the wind, the wind!

Following the rains came down,
Wind girded thunder
Lightning carried on the wings of the pogrom
And rage.

Hail storm raged,
In dungeons hid light.
Youth learned to answer
For old age.

Pulse accelerated the night,
It will compress fist hand.
Risk - pulls so pricked
Let the fire in the blood.

And barely noticeable
Opened the door.
What we were before the Wall of Fire
And we go now?