Da stila la ferseika
Let’s bring people to pop
Let’s ask people to close
One, two, hippy-brue
Nothing seems true
Give it up to the long
Give it to the long
Bring the police from the right
A gambler next in the fight
Ok, arkebusa, (let's) embark to bar
Northern-east, where paddle the zars
In that bowling, that howling Mogly-inn
Three guys at Seafaring
Let's look over where people live
Convert / Process data on transmission
Da stila la procession archaic boom
He uses it to eke up lambada zoom
And people shall be well aware,
I know, I do right I care
Da steila la ferseika
It is a one of a kind, an extra everybody
It is a transcendent moment you cannot give
It is that kind of taste, that everybody tastes
You can change there is a feel in the air
Djammy, djammy her ke dandy har ore, ore oh oh
And people shall be well aware,
I know, I do right I care
Arkebuseiqua, arketeila, arkebuseika
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