Текст песни
Different roots. One pulse
From the Eastern sun to the Russian winter cold
African rhythms in the stories that we told
Sitar strings popping, the djembe starts rocking
Bayan on the beat and the bass keeps dropping
Three different worlds but we move on one floor
Break down the walls, kick open the door
Feel the rhythm
Worlds collide
North, South, East
Let the beat speak
Many voices
We are ONE
United by the groove
We move as one
