Sommaren Rasar
Genio!
You would have to be a genius to work out what it is with us
And I'm no budding genius so what would I know?
You would have to have a first degree to understand the history
Or study anthropology, so what would I know?
I know that in South America, they're burning down the trees
Stoking up the fires of Western industries
And you would have to be a genius to work out what
it is with us, and I'm no budding genius, but some things
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know!
Voca teri
You would have to be a genius to work out what it is with us
And I'm no budding genius so what would I know?
You would have to have a first degree to understand the history
Or study anthropology, so what would I know?
I know that in South America, they're burning down the trees
Stoking up the fires of Western industries
And you would have to be a genius to work out what
it is with us, and I'm no budding genius, but some things
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know!
Voca teri
Stop
Stay and help me to end the day.
And of you don't mind,
We'll break a bottle of wine.
Stick around and maybe we'll put one down,
Because I wanna find what lies behind those eyes.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.
I rise, looking through my morning eyes,
Surprised to find you by my side.
Rack my brain to try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you good-bye.
Morning dues.
Newborn day.
Midnight blue turned to gray.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.