Текст песни
The same one beating in the west.
We're all connected by the sound, by the fire,
By the ground.
In the circle of voices, we find our way.
Every step forward, night turns to day.
No more running, no more disguise.
In the circle of voices, we rise.
Sweat on my skin like the morning dew.
Lost in the movement, found something true.
Strangers becoming family here.
When the drums speak, everything's clear.
We're all connected by the sound, by the fire,
By the ground.
In the circle of voices, we find our way.
Every step forward, night turns to day.
No more running, no more disguise.
In the circle of voices, we rise.
Sweat on my skin like the morning dew.
Lost in the movement, found something true.
Strangers becoming family here.
When the drums speak, everything's clear.