A.l.a Music - Echoes Of The Soul
Текст песни
The instrumental opens very deep
Waking up the secrets that we keep
A sharp luck cutting through the quiet space
Time is moving at a different pace
Cry for me, your beautiful skripka
Take me to the shores of africa
The oriental spirit rise
Waking up the secrets that we keep
A sharp luck cutting through the quiet space
Time is moving at a different pace
Cry for me, your beautiful skripka
Take me to the shores of africa
The oriental spirit rise
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