A keresés eredménye

Music

Wherever you look
There are people making music
Often, it's sold as something it really is not
 
But then it's wrapped up nicely
With some lights on top
And it's shipped as an escape into paradise
 
It's not the light, not the gloss
It's not the show what music is about
Like the wind, like a dream
It's supposed to be the language of imagination and freedom
 
The language that we talk in
Is by no means enough
To tell somebody else what you feel
 
That's why we've invented music
It'll never by anything else
All the commotion surrounding it will make me crazy one day
 
It's not the light, not the gloss
It's not the show what music is about
Like the wind, like a dream
It's supposed to be the language of imagination and freedom
 
It's not the light, not the gloss
It's not the show what music is about
Like the wind, like a dream
It's supposed to be the language of imagination and freedom