[Verse] Snow falls heavy, pavement whispers cold, Rusty Ladas parked, stories untold. Brick walls tag-scarred, dreams carved in frost, Each step forward, something's lost. [Chorus] Cold streets, they never sleep, Echoes of the past run deep. Cold streets, where shadows creep, This life ain't cheap, this life ain't cheap. [Verse 2] Vodka breath blends with the winter air, Hopes like smoke, vanish, disappear. Gold teeth grinning, schemes in the dark, Soul’s a matchstick, waiting for a spark. [Bridge] Balalaika strings, the sorrow hums, Beats hit harder than Soviet drums. Midnight train howls, a wolf in the snow, This city owns you, you never own the glow. [Chorus] Cold streets, they never sleep, Echoes of the past run deep. Cold streets, where shadows creep, This life ain't cheap, this life ain't cheap. [Verse 3] Tracks in the ice, fade into the haze, Another gray chapter, another lost page. On these cold streets, we all play our part, Survive the winter, protect your heart. [Verse 4] Neon cross flickers on a broken church, Grandmas pray while the junkies lurch. Cheap cigarettes burn like short-lived kings, Tomorrow’s a rumor nobody brings. [Chorus] Cold streets, they never sleep, Echoes of the past run deep. Cold streets, where shadows creep, This life ain’t cheap, this life ain’t cheap. [Verse 5] Spring cracks the ice, first light hits the pane, Old scars still ache but don’t scream the same. One hand reaches out, pulls another from the fall, In these cold streets, even the hardest hearts thaw. [Chorus] Cold streets, they never sleep, Echoes of the past run deep. Cold streets, where shadows creep, This life ain’t cheap, this life ain’t cheap. [Verse 6] Sun climbs higher, melts the iron night, Kids laugh loud, chasing kites in flight. Seeds push through concrete, stubborn and green, Cold streets remember, but now they dream. [Chorus] Cold streets, they never sleep, Echoes of the past run deep. Cold streets, where shadows creep, This life ain’t cheap, this life ain’t cheap. [Verse 7] Winter bows out, chains finally break, We stand in the square, no more hearts ache. From rust and ruin, a new fire roars, These cold streets are ours, forever ours. [Final Chorus] Cold streets, they never sleep, Echoes of the past run deep. Cold streets, where shadows creep, This life ain’t cheap, this life ain’t cheap. [Outro] Tracks in the ice, fade into the haze, Another gray chapter, another lost page. On these cold streets, we all play our part, Survive the winter, protect your heart.
