A.l.a Music - Echoes Of The Soul

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
Wiping all the teardrops from my eyes
Rolling bass line rumbling on the floor
Don't wanna hide it anymore
Lush harmonies wrapped around so tight
In the middle of this perfect night
Perfect night
What is whispering a final prayer
As the guitar cools the heavy air
Every chord progression feels so real
Changing how my spirit wants to feel
Cry for me, you beautiful skrika
Take me to the shores of africa
Let the oriental spirit rise
Wiping all the teardrops from my high-rolling bass line
Rumbling on the floor
I don't wanna hide it anymore
Lush harmonies wrap around so tight
In the middle of this perfect night
Can you feel the pulse
It's calling you