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Description
Assistant Mixer: Charlie Holmes
Drums, Programmer: Chris Laws
Engineer, Recorded By: Chris Laws
Engineer, Recorded By: Dan Pursey
Unknown: Dan Pursey
Guitar, Vocals: Ed Sheeran
Producer: Ed Sheeran
Executive Producer: Ed Sheeran
Pizzicato Violin: Ed Sheeran
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboards, Programmer: FRED
Producer: FRED
Executive Producer: FRED
Engineer: Graham Archer
Unknown: Graham Archer
Engineer, Recorded By: Joe Rubel
Additional Programmer: Joe Rubel
Engineer: Johnny McDaid
Guitar: Johnny McDaid
Executive Producer: Johnny McDaid
Programmer: Kevin Grainger
Assistant Mixer: Kieran Beardmore
Mixer: Mark "Spike" Stent
Assistant Mixer: Matt Wolach
Keyboards: Steve Mac
Producer: Steve Mac
Unknown: Steve Mac
Masterer: Stuart Hawkes
Composer, Lyricist: Ed Sheeran
Composer, Lyricist: Johnny McDaid
Composer, Lyricist: Kal Lavelle
Composer, Lyricist: Steve Mac
Lyrics and translation
Original
Don't sleep
Don't even think about it
No need
Maybe a little bit
Still dream
About waking up free
As we can be
Forget
Whatever doesn't fit
Regret
Regret none of it
Don't bet
On getting rid of me
Yours eternally
Dearest friends or whatever
We are calling ourselves these days
My current location
I cannot disclose
Geographically
It's nowhere that I've been before
But emotionally
We're on the same road
If you have the chance to laugh
Laugh at me
If you have the chance to hope
It's a duty
Don't sleep
Don't even think about it
No need
Maybe a little bit
Still dream
About waking up free
As we can be
Forget
Whatever doesn't fit
Regret
Regret none of it
Don't bet
On getting rid of me
Yours eternally
As your so called companion
The worst jokes and the greatest times
You got me high
And the stars got me home
Your faith in me was blinding
Yours is the song that I've always sung
You are not lost out there because
You are not alone
If you have a chance to reach
Reach for me
In the chaos of the earth
We'll find beauty
All this time we've been chasing dust
A soldier's song a sailor's lust
For the glory of a world
That we can't yet see
Don't sleep
Don't even think about it
No need
Maybe a little bit
Still dream
About waking up free
As we can be
Forget
Whatever doesn't fit
Regret
Regret none of it
Don't bet
On getting rid of me
Yours eternally
Volia, volia
Volia, volia
Volia, volia
Volia, volia
Taras Topolia is freedom
1987- very present