Bla
v3.5
@Rikardo Gergely
Bla
v3.5
@Rikardo Gergely
Lyrics
Verse 1
There was once a boy who set out far and wide,
From Hungarian lands, to greet a new life with pride.
In France, on a golf course, he found his place,
And there he met a guy with a homesick face.
Chorus
Two wanderers on foreign ground, two drifting hearts,
They work together as time slips away like scattered sparks.
From different lands, with memories they hold tight,
But their friendship now fills every empty night.
Verse 2
The Swedish boy spoke of northern lights so grand,
Of snowy landscapes and a quiet sea’s soft sand.
The Hungarian listened, and dreamed along,
For a moment, he too felt at home and strong.
Chorus
Two wanderers on foreign ground, two drifting hearts,
They work together as time slips away like scattered sparks.
From different lands, with memories they hold tight,
But their friendship now fills every empty night.
Verse 3
Days passed by, winds blew, and rain would pour,
Both fought the homesickness knocking at their door.
They laughed together, cried when no one could see,
Their bond now rooted in shared melancholy.
Verse 4
The Hungarian boy shared his fears and dreams aloud,
The Swedish boy listened, feeling each worry cloud.
Two separate worlds, but in one heartbeat combined,
Both drawn to France, their fates intertwined.
Chorus
Two wanderers on foreign ground, two drifting hearts,
They work together as time slips away like scattered sparks.
From different lands, with memories they hold tight,
But their friendship now fills every empty night.
Verse 5
As the nights grew colder and days short and bright,
They shared memories of home, deep into the night.
In a foreign world, they stood side by side,
Their friendship a shelter where homesickness could hide.
Verse 6
Though they walked separate paths, one vow they kept near,
To remember each other, and the times shared here.
On French soil, two lonely souls became friends,
A bond they both knew would never end.
Chorus
Two wanderers on foreign ground, two drifting hearts,
They work together as time slips away like scattered sparks.
From different lands, with memories they hold tight,
But their friendship now fills every empty night.
There was once a boy who set out far and wide,
From Hungarian lands, to greet a new life with pride.
In France, on a golf course, he found his place,
And there he met a guy with a homesick face.
Chorus
Two wanderers on foreign ground, two drifting hearts,
They work together as time slips away like scattered sparks.
From different lands, with memories they hold tight,
But their friendship now fills every empty night.
Verse 2
The Swedish boy spoke of northern lights so grand,
Of snowy landscapes and a quiet sea’s soft sand.
The Hungarian listened, and dreamed along,
For a moment, he too felt at home and strong.
Chorus
Two wanderers on foreign ground, two drifting hearts,
They work together as time slips away like scattered sparks.
From different lands, with memories they hold tight,
But their friendship now fills every empty night.
Verse 3
Days passed by, winds blew, and rain would pour,
Both fought the homesickness knocking at their door.
They laughed together, cried when no one could see,
Their bond now rooted in shared melancholy.
Verse 4
The Hungarian boy shared his fears and dreams aloud,
The Swedish boy listened, feeling each worry cloud.
Two separate worlds, but in one heartbeat combined,
Both drawn to France, their fates intertwined.
Chorus
Two wanderers on foreign ground, two drifting hearts,
They work together as time slips away like scattered sparks.
From different lands, with memories they hold tight,
But their friendship now fills every empty night.
Verse 5
As the nights grew colder and days short and bright,
They shared memories of home, deep into the night.
In a foreign world, they stood side by side,
Their friendship a shelter where homesickness could hide.
Verse 6
Though they walked separate paths, one vow they kept near,
To remember each other, and the times shared here.
On French soil, two lonely souls became friends,
A bond they both knew would never end.
Chorus
Two wanderers on foreign ground, two drifting hearts,
They work together as time slips away like scattered sparks.
From different lands, with memories they hold tight,
But their friendship now fills every empty night.
Style of Music
House
