Alyona Alyona — Дихає вулиця (Street’s Breathing) (English Translation) lyrics

[Intro]
Street’s breathing, street’s breathing
Breathing, street’s breathing
Breathing, street’s breathing
Street’s breathing

[Verse 1]
I know what’s in your lungs
I know why your temples or veins hurt
I saw what you’re hiding in your pockets
I know whose genes run inside you
It’s all plain to see during a full moon:
Somebody was breaking the doors and getting them outside
I heard the crackles, counted the agonies
Slept among you in an empty wagon
Clydes and Bonnies
I know what you’re asking for every night and from whom
I know why this poor is miserable
I hear one a mile away, someone who is around the corner
In their own home
This city is neither Bronks nor Cleveland
I know who’s gonna have a sleepless night
I know whose rags are there beneath the balcony
I know whose feather is on you
I know why I’m still
A part of you, a part of them all
I see it around my radial axis
I’m soaked with it up to my fingertips
So now you can understand why I have this armor
How I know where do you stop by
I know what the street’s breathing, street’s breathing
I know what the street’s breathing, street’s breathing
I know what the street’s breathing, street’s breathing
[Chorus]
Breathing, street’s breathing (street)
Breathing, street’s breathing (street)
Street’s breathing, street’s breathing
Breathing, street’s breathing (street)
Breathing, street’s breathing (street)
Breathing, street’s breathing (street)
Street’s breathing, street’s breathing
Breathing, street’s breathing

[Verse 2]
I know the smell of your hair
I know why they don’t act but ask
I saw what everyone reposts
Shouted “basta” but that’s not enough for them
The factory walls are breathing
They will take the tears for water here
They will take the mask for beauty here
Look before you leap
Releasing yourself to restraint
Beneath the abyss. Empty rows
They hail the God, they round up
One’s melting down, one gets all the credit
One’s seeking fame, you want the truth? Here!
Have cash - watch your pockets
I know who you are after all, and you know me too
Haunts with their unlimited action, kinda trash
I know what you’re gabbing about
Nothing else needed. I know these moves
Smashed fingers and blue tattoos
This sound you’ve just heard
Life, how’s it hanging?
I’m soaked with it up to my fingertips
Now you know why I have this armor
Now you know who the dog was howling at
Hear the street’s breathing, breathing
[Chorus]
Breathing, street’s breathing (street)
Breathing, street’s breathing (street)
Street’s breathing, street’s breathing
Breathing, street’s breathing (street)
Breathing, street’s breathing (street)
Breathing, street’s breathing (street)
Street’s breathing, street’s breathing
Breathing, street’s breathing
Breathing, street’s breathing
Breathing, street’s breathing
Street’s breathing, street’s breathing
Breathing, street’s breathing
Breathing, street’s breathing
Breathing, street’s breathing
Street’s breathing, street’s breathing
Breathing, street’s breathing