Sing, my soul, my soul.
Sing, my soul, my soul.
My soul, start everything from scratch.
My soul, Sing, my soul.
Something calls on the road, beckons. I'll pick up my mother on the way.
Where I have not been, broadcasting the world inside out that the speaker radiates.
Scandinavian sea. The cold breath of the wind. Dynamic.
I blow on the coast. India. Beach under the feet.
On a bicycle along the northern bay. Tequila Sunrise.
Either I appear, then I disappear for a while, like sunrise and sunset.
Reasoning about the world, leafing through the magazine, flying
Through the clouds of the sereal howl of the clouds;
Through the clouds of gray
I am updated, sliding along the snowy peaks
Majestic mountains (I'm updated, I'm updated)
A comprehensive silence warms the soul. I warm the hands by the fire.
Where is a dark-green forest, directed up, there I am!
Kari with muraki, growing my bizarre landscape - where I am.
Well, dancing with steppe wolves forever in my heart, where I am.
On the shore I look through the stars that look at us, where I am.
The drug is local shamans and there are no unproving words, where I am.
This is the memory of those who remained in the mountains. The third planet from the sun.
This song is the final. Leaving the room, grab a backpack, go there.
I am sending a signal!
Sing, mine, send a signal.
Sing, my soul.
Sing, mine; I am sending a signal.
Sing, my soul.
Sing, my soul.
Into the space.
Know space from scratch.
Sing, my soul.
Sing, mine; I am sending a signal.
Sing, my soul.
Sing, mine; I am sending a signal.
Sing, my soul.
Sing, mine; I am sending a signal.
Sing, my soul;
Start everything from scratch! More;
Sing, my soul;
I am sending a signal;
Sing, my soul;
I am sending a signal;
Sing, my soul;
I am sending a signal;
Sing, my soul;
I am sending a signal;
Space!
