КУКУ - ЭТА МАГИЯ РОДА СВОЕГО | Текст песни

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It's a kind of magic, it's a kind of magic, a kind of magic.

One dream, one soul, one prize,
One goal, one golden glance of what should be.
It's a kind of magic, one shaft of light that shows the way,
No mortal man can win this day.
It's a mind of magic, the bell that rings inside your mind,
It's a challenging the doors of time.
It's a kind of magic, the waiting seems eternity,
The day will dawn of sanity.

It's a kind of magic (it's a kind of magic), there can be only one.
This rage that lasts a thousand years will soon be gone.

This flame that burns inside of me, I'm hearing secret harmonies
It's a kind of magic, the bell that rings inside your mind,
Is challenging the doors of time.
It's a kind of magic, it's a kind of magic.

This rage that lasts a thousand years,
Will soon be will soon be, will soon be gone.
This is a kind of magic, there can only be one,
This life that lasts a thousand years will soon be gone.

Magic - it's a kind of magic,
It's a kind of magic, magic, magic, magic, magic.
It's magic, it's a kind of magic.