Traditional song from Africa

I found a reason it is the season to light this fire

I go the long way i cannot leave it or make you stay

I got a reason you heard the rumours that light my life

and so with respect im always gonna be on your side on your side again

con lets face it im only trying to delight this way

I wouldn't fake it i need your honour to make this day ok

I never lost it i put it there on the leave it side

I never lost it just wanna fly on the meanest ride meanest ride you know

You don't know what life will bring you , you don't know what comes

You found me wasted you look at me like im burden like

I celebrate it theres always time in the morning light sleeping tight again

we couldn't write this you know we never could write thses words write this down my friend
im gonna find it we live eternal in life this time

if you cannot find it i lead you there by the light this time all will shine again

The legend of the marvellous
Journeys and heroic deeds
The many adventures
Of Prince Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Begins with the tale of his insidious mother

Militrisa Kirtiervna
Plotted the death
Of her husband
Tsar Guidon
So she could marry her secret lover Tsar Dadon

But when Dadon threw
Bova into a dungeon
Militrisa’s maternal heart
Was deeply touched

The mighty Bogatyr
And so she helped Bova to escape

His two great powers:
Unparalleled strength
And unearthly beauty
Enabled him
To defeat the forces of evil and find his true love:
Druzhevna Zenzeveyvna

He then married her
And he too became a Tsar
They had a son
Whom they also called Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Ends with the tale of his handsome boy

Bova the elder
When his son grew up
Returned home
Craving for revenge
He beheaded Dadon and his son was crowned Tsar in his place

You wake up
Wrapped in your dreams
You start to stretch like a cat

The sun shines
It’s Sunday morning
And I feel free as a bird

And I love you
The grain of your skin
Spreads sparkles in me

We’re lazy
We share a few kisses
Embrace tenderly

We’ll leave the world behind and keep leaning in the sun
Is time really passing by or are we kind of eternal?

In the air
Flavours of fresh bread
And delicious coffee

The bell rung
Eleven times
It could have been billions more
(and)
Outside
Children are playing
We hear them laughing

I know
You enjoy it
Though you’ve never really loved me

Whatever we are and whatever we feel
There are precious moments we should never throw away

In the beauty of this morning, we’ll just pretend to be one
We’ll try to find a name for the kids we’ll never have
Whatever we are and whatever we feel
There are precious moments we should never throw away