Из альбома: Funky Dancer

How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command
How bright is the medical torch
When it's put in our hand
My microbes and I
Can't wait to lay down and die
We realise that we must be spent
Like the cells that dissolve when a brainwave is sent
How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command
My bloodgroup and me
A body of soldiers are we
To the wound we quickly flowed
And we fought with the weapons in our
Chemical code
How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command

Комментарии

2018.08.11

zhenyatr

Great song, great Wilson ! Я балдею от этой красотки)) Thanks for uploading. I heard this songs many times before, but video - for the first time.

2018.07.28

Yuri Сhebakov

очень красивая и изящная поет хорошо