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Empty Streets
511
Dance
Empty Streets adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak NOPASSPORT tarafından 27 Şubat 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıEmpty Streets - Single
album cover
Çıkış Tarihi27 Şubat 2026
FirmaNOPASSPORT
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM109

Krediler

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

Şarkı sözleri

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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