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Empty Streets
511
Dance
Empty Streets è stato pubblicato il 27 febbraio 2026 da NOPASSPORT come parte dell'album Empty Streets - Single
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Data di uscita27 febbraio 2026
EtichettaNOPASSPORT
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM109

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ALAMPA
ALAMPA
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nikolay Krok
Nikolay Krok
Songwriter
Alena Zhuravleva
Alena Zhuravleva
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nikolay Krok
Nikolay Krok
Producer

Testi

Views are sliding over the
Unforgettable dream and
It’s fine to be alone.
Blinding lights, that’s all I see —
it’s time to open windows down.
All is black again
I take in the place on my own.
Engine hums beneath —
Town sleeps and you’re alone.
Smoked glaze in my eyes,
Trying to find my soul.
Plodding through illusion,
I fall into delusion.
Lost inside a haze,
Cut off from my echo.
Lost in thought, feels crucial
Pine pressed in your skin,
Don’t brush off the moss.
Plodding through illusion,
I fall into delusion.
Moonlight on the road
Glows in silver gloss.
Empty streets and hollow sound,
Nowhere to be found.
Lost within the endless night,
Fading from the light.
Scents are drifting over the
Half‑forgotten nights and
And I’m calm with being alone.
Neon rivers fill my eyes —
Roads keep pulling me along.
All is black again
I take in the place on my own.
Engine hums beneath —
Town sleeps and you’re alone.
Smoked glaze in my eyes,
Trying to find my soul.
Plodding through illusion,
I fall into delusion.
Lost inside a haze,
Cut off from my echo.
Lost in thought, feels crucial
Pine pressed in your skin,
Don’t brush off the moss.
Plodding through illusion,
I fall into delusion.
Moonlight on the road
Glows in silver gloss.
Empty streets and hollow sound,
Nowhere to be found.
Lost within the endless night,
Fading from the light.
Smoked glaze in my eyes,
Trying to find my soul.
Plodding through illusion,
I fall into delusion.
Lost inside a haze,
Cut off from my echo.
Lost in thought, feels crucial
Pine pressed in your skin,
Don’t brush off the moss.
Plodding through illusion,
I fall into delusion.
Moonlight on the road
Glows in silver gloss.
Written by: Alena Zhuravleva, Nikolay Krok
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