When I close my eyes, I get back to ninetees.
Then I was a kid of the Tyumen-city.
I remember those flashing lights
In a disco club till the end of the night.
This kind of music is what people like
From Alyaska to the Northern pike,
From Siberian side to Sahara.
It was an eurodance era.
I'm back to the days when 'it was a fashion,
So eurodance went international,
Imbibed in itself slippy breath
Of culture, call for love and sheathe,
Cause words can strike like a wood chopper chops.
Albums they dropped were in every shop.
Strong-bass rhythm like phases of moon
United people with rousing tune.
oh you gotta guarantee getaway, (yo, getaway)
If a lotta music takes me away. (takes me away)
So you'd better carry a plan, (u'd betta, u'd betta)
How to make a stay.
there's a melody in our hearts
with this rhythm we'll never part (we'll never part, will never)
Can you feel the magic from (reborn )
You won't forget those minor-keys,
If you were born close to ninetees,
If you could jump on dancing areas,
If you keep praying for love and peace.