The pulse of the big city

The staccato hum of crystal highways
Sets a syncopation in the silence.
You and I have finally unraveled today
What is sounding in the deepest depths.
Reflections glide along the stained-glass windows,
Dissolving thoughts into infinity.
I read the musical notes upon your lips,
Sensing eternity within this rush.


Listen to the bridges vibrating,
And music streaming in our breath.
In the very center of this commotion —
Lies our innermost confession.

Припев
The pulse of a giant life in every cell!
It beats with soul inside the chest.
We are dancing on the taut road markings,
Leaving the shadows far behind.
This pulse is surging like an ocean,
Flooding our hearts with music.
In this multifaceted, polyphonic choir
There is simply no end to our song.


The windows reflect a starry blues,
The sidewalks breathe after the heat.
I catch this flavor with my lips:
A roaring world, and just the two of us inside it.
The street lamps trace a route for us,
Where harmonies and sounds entwine.
The hands of the clocks will wait,
While you and I intertwine our hands.


Listen to the bridges vibrating,
And music streaming in our breath.
In the very center of this commotion —
Lies our innermost confession.

Припев
The pulse of a giant life in every cell!
It beats with soul inside the chest.
We are dancing on the taut road markings,
Leaving the shadows far behind.
This pulse is surging like an ocean,
Flooding our hearts with music.
In this multifaceted, polyphonic choir
There is simply no end to our song.


Syncopations of footsteps on the cobblestone,
The piano keys of wide-open avenues.
I am soaring in harmonies with you,
Beyond any empty, artificial effects.
A smooth bassline weaves its lace,
Filling the space with air.
No unnecessary words are needed here —
Only the rhythm and this constancy.



Припев
The pulse of a giant life in every cell!
It beats with soul inside the chest.
We are dancing on the taut road markings,
Leaving the shadows far behind.
This pulse is surging like an ocean,
Flooding our hearts with music.
In this multifaceted, polyphonic choir
There is simply no end to our song.


Only the rhythm...
In every cell...