Dance on the ground
I'm leaving the city
Going down the hills.
The seacoast's much prettier,
Man, forget about the bills.
R. Oh, I'm seeing the lights
Yeah, yeah, they play in my eyes
Yeah, yeah, they're calling me down, down, down
To dance on the ground.
Out of illusion
I'm hearing the voice,
Feeling confusion
I'm making my choice.
Cheap wine and hash,
Hot bronzed flesh,
The Moon and the stars
Are right here in my arms.
© Copyright: Алексей Остапчук, 2013
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