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