Tourist LeMC ft. Flip Kowlier - De Troubadours | Текст песни

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• Tourist LeMC ft. Flip Kowlier
• De Troubadours

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This is the story of life.
The practise in art is an ode to the artists who still remember how it should be
That’s how we were sitting under the bridge
Together around the fire, the troubadours were singing the song of some adventure
We just arrived, were allowed like one of them
They showed me respect, hand on the heart, head bended
I know when you should show respect
I know for sure, a company like this won’t return
Don’t come back again
It were the men from here, at the same time the men from everywhere
Then they asked me who
I said I’m “Tourist” (it’s the name of the rapper), what about you?
I have “Kowlier” (Other singer in the song) here and the whole crew
You may know us, we are the team of the town
He looked up, Smile, felt the similarity
Living ambitious, busy like me
Unspoken term, there’s a song in here
And that’s how we found each other in song and melody
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We can go, We can stand
Over fields, over roads
Even through marrow and bone
Under skin, under stone
We’re wanderers who lost the way
All the night walking everywhere
With talking and stories
Around the fires, in the sporthalls
Shut the lights and the boxes
Close everything and fast
More fire, because the musicians are back
Ballads in the street, songs of course, Banjo, Bagpipes.
Another guy was there with a flute
Sang loud, Sang a lot
A smile, a tear, we meant it every time
Melancholia about the districts where we lived as childs
If it was about “the Seefhoek”, I would come in with stories about this town
Older than the streets
The beautiful eyes of a woman who once seduced us.
About the misery from this country till Africa.
From the politics and malaise
Till the voters and headache
Everything is important
Heroes of the country, from the suburbs till “Kiel South”
Touching beautiful memories…It’s all about creatings souvenirs

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Purely of emotion, the song of freedom
Not the liberal kind, but the freedom of the animals in the jungle
Here under the bridge, simplicity
Eye for nature, physics.
He simply asked me, where else can I find the soul of things?
Is there still the fire of the blacksmith, I have never seen an assembly line blink with pride
Meaning, sense, searching alot, finding nothing
Sigh
He looked in my eyes and he nodded
We troubadours were made to sing
Composing creates memories
Aslong as the crazy people don’t come chase us away tomorrow..
The river turned red, a strange feeling about revenge
Wake up from a dream or was it really too blurry?
It are my collegues
I don’t care where we come from, we have a story
The rest will come by itself

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