More songs by Enlly Blue
Description
Sometimes life is like a scene after a storm: wet, echoing, full of puddles, but you still have to dance. Let your soles be worn down, your dress be dusty, and your hair smell of rain - the rhythm still lives somewhere under your skin. It cannot be burned out or beaten out, even if you had to dance for every penny and keep step in unison with the pain.
In every beat, there is a hoarse “I'm alive,” in every step, “I won't give up.” It's not grace, but stubbornness, not a show, but a habit of getting up, even if everything around you has collapsed. And if fate tries to slow you down, you can always just turn up the volume and turn your fall into a drumbeat.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I walked through fire, slept in the rain, carried my name like a ball and chain.
They said, "Girl, you're bound to break," but I got a rhythm they couldn't shake.
I've been bruised, I've been burned, had to dance for every dime I earned.
But when the world says sit back down, I turn my stomp into a sound.
Now I keep on boogieing with my fists held high, thunder in my chest, steel in my stride.
Ain't no shame in where I've been.
I got a backbeat under my skin.
Keep on boogieing, louder than before, feet like hammers on the floor.
You want stillness, not this soul. I'm the storm you can't control.
Raised on struggle, fed on blues, turned my pain into worn-out shoes.
I don't glide, I drive through dust. Every step I take, I erase some rust.
No gold crown, no safety net, but every beat I drop, you won't forget.
This groove ain't cute, it's earned and torn by a woman who's danced through every storm.
I keep on boogieing, battle born and bold, drums of thunder, heart of gold.
My scars all sing, my bones all shout. I boogie what the pain can't drown out.
Keep on boogieing, now and always.
This soul don't die, it just replays.
Keep. . .
Ain't no silence in my soul.
I keep on boogieing and I take control.