More songs by Bruno Martini
Description
Warmth that cannot be turned off - even when the night has exhausted itself and the air has become sticky, like honey. Everything seems to dissolve into rhythm: light, breath, thoughts. Between heartbeats and the sounds of the beat - a space where time drips slowly, almost painfully, but beautifully. It's not about dance or prayer, but about that second when the body is still here, and the soul is already somewhere in the golden light, where pain becomes music, and music is the only thing that keeps you alive.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hey, sweetheart, do you hear me when I pray?
I call your name.
Every second drips like poison, cold and light.
Memories haunt me in this lonely night.
In this lonely night. Oh, but the beat goes on.
Oh, but the beat goes on.
Oh, oh, oh, but the beat goes on.
Oh, oh, oh, but the beat goes on.
Every second drips like poison, cold and light.
Hey.
Memories haunt me in this lonely night.
Hey.
In this lonely night.
Oh, but the beat goes on.
Oh, but the beat goes on.
Oh, oh, oh, but the beat goes on.
Oh, but the beat goes on.
Oh, but the beat goes on.
Oh, oh, oh, but the beat goes on.
Oh, oh, oh, but the beat goes on.
In this lonely night. Oh, but the beat goes on.
Oh, but the beat goes on.
Oh, oh, oh, but the beat goes on