MENTORN - Поэт
текст песни

We'll walk along the sand to the palm tree
So that the sun doesn't burn our secrets
Why do you yearn for these distant lands?
We dug the distant lands
Mm, there's so much there, both dense and empty
So much of everything, the kingdom and the riot for us
Parting words have blocked our view
Life gives us feelings
Mm, there's so much there, both dense and empty
So much of everything, the kingdom and the riot for us
Parting words have blocked our view
Life gives us feelings
And who's there? The poet is creating there
And who's there? The poet is creating there
And who's there? The poet is creating there
And who's there? There the poet creates
(A-a-a, a-u-a-a)
(A-a-a, a-u-a-a)
Raising his hands to the sky in the morning
I understand the value of the road to Paradise
I once played along on the piano to a couple
And the world sang, sang - despite the grief
Stop, wait for me, move to the beat, sweet
Tomb and Latino are kicking up dust here, mana
Timidly to the rhythm, tomb is pounding
Ma-pa-pa, wait, grab me
Stop, wait for me, move to the beat, sweet
Tomb and Latino are kicking up dust here, mana
Timidly to the rhythm, tomb is pounding
Ma-pa-pa, wait, grab me
And who's there? The poet creates there
And who's there? The poet creates there
And who's there? The poet creates there
And who's there? There the poet creates
(A-a-a, a-u-a-a)
(A-a-a, a-u-a-a)
(A-a-a, a-u-a-a)
(A-a-a, a-u-a-a)