Blood on the asphalt

Step by step along the edge, where the streetlights are blind,
We grew up in packs, where the rules were simple:
Either you sound the alarm, or you swallow dust.
This city is a harsh, scorched reality.
We drew maps of new worlds in the stairwells,
While the system pressed us with an iron press.
Worn-out sneakers, gazes sharper than a razor,
Every new dawn is the finale of a prayer.
And someone gave up, choosing a cozy captivity,
And someone stood up and brushed the dust off their knees.
Remember, brother, in a world of empty illusions
Real steel is tempered only in people.

Припев
Blood on the asphalt is no reason for black revenge,
It's the price for the right to stand in your place.
Red drops under the gray cold rain,
We die here, but then we live anew.
Blood on the asphalt is ink for a new book,
Tearing off chains, breaking others' shackles.


And so you look down, at these spots in the puddles,
Who in this world truly needs you?
A smartphone screen won't replace the warmth of a hand,
We build walls, although we should be building bridges.
The age of plastic melts living souls,
But I won't let my inner voice be muffled.
They shout about success, about mountains of gold,
But the real light comes through the corridors
Of hospitals and prisons, mistakes and terrible losses.
The boy from yesterday has closed the door behind him forever.
Now we are warriors of the spirit on these gloomy streets,
Where every second person slouches from fear and pain.

Припев
Blood on the asphalt is no reason for black revenge,
It's the price for the right to stand in your place.
Red drops under the gray cold rain,
We die here, but then we live anew.
Blood on the asphalt is ink for a new book,
Tearing off chains, breaking others' shackles.


Look at the sky, it's the same above everyone.
Even if you thought you had sunk to the bottom.
This pulse beats in the veins like the roar of turbines.
You are in this battle, brother, not alone anymore!
Rise up!

Припев
Blood on the asphalt is no reason for black revenge,
It's the price for the right to stand in your place.
Red drops under the gray cold rain,
We die here, but then we live anew.
Blood on the asphalt is ink for a new book,
Tearing off chains, breaking others' shackles.


Not alone...
Do you hear? We are here.
Let the asphalt dry.
The dawn erases the traces.