More songs by Black Soil
Description
Recordingarranger, Vocalist, Mixing Engineer, Composer Lyricist, Producer: Black Soil
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Dmytro Nechepurenko
Lyrics and translation
Original
This morning find myself I'm plugged into the grid.
Devil baroque and my ten unstable dreams.
I felt the temper rising, crawling, burning under skin.
Oh, baby, I keep telling that I'm not giving in!
You better check again.
Your slaves are chasing rain.
Oh, come on, let you know. . .
How blind your loving show.
This morning find myself I'm stuck into the grid.
Let's call -today a lesson learned, I wanna leave. -Oh, fight to save for you, that's right!
Escaping day to night. Idea burn the skin, I better die with you.
She wanna dance, you want excuse, she wanna rule, she wanna choose. Well, let me clear out the blues.
You better check again.
Your slaves are chasing rain. Oh, come on, let you know-
I'm gonna let you know. . .
-How blind your loving show! -And break.
Feels like in this world, words became meaningless. So, less words, more keys. Yeah!
Keys.