歌词
(Verse 1)
From the workshops distant call, a task takes flight,
To Poland's vast expanse, bathed in daylight.
Little Mikey and Joe, embark on the quest,
To set up the presses, at the factory's request.
They arrive at the Link, a lodging serene,
With thoughts of the work, and what's yet unseen.
Signing the papers, they step into the fray,
Ready for the challenges, that come their way.
(Chorus)
To Poland they journey, with eager delight,
Thinking 'bout presses, under day and night.
In the Link hotel, they plan and they wait,
For the machines to awaken, in Poland's fate.
(Verse 2)
Exploring the town, amidst cobblestone streets,
Seeking a refuge, where relaxation meets.
But the choices are scant, in this unfamiliar land,
So back to the Link, they return, it's grand.
In the midst of it all, they ponder and plan,
Imagining the presses, in the factory's span.
With uncertainty looming, like shadows in the night,
They brace for the tasks, that await at first light.
(Verse 1)
1 4 5 beats per minute, it's a rapid ride,
On the dancefloor, but can't keep up, we collide.
Feet moving faster than our thoughts can chase,
In this whirlwind, we're lost in a daze.
(Chorus)
1 4 5 beats, too fast to grasp,
Lost in the rhythm, it's a wild contrast.
Feet tripping over, but we won't give in,
In this chaos, let the dance begin.
(Verse 2)
Sweat drips down, our bodies in a race,
To match the tempo, but it's hard to embrace.
Music pounding, as if time's in haste,
But in this frenzy, we find our own grace.
(Chorus)
1 4 5 beats, too fast to grasp,
Lost in the rhythm, it's a wild contrast.
Feet tripping over, but we won't give in,
In this chaos, let the dance begin.
(Bridge)
So let's surrender to the speed,
Embrace the rush, fulfill the need.
In this frenzy, we'll find our groove,
1 4 5 beats, we'll never lose.
(Chorus)
1 4 5 beats, too fast to grasp,
Lost in the rhythm, it's a wild contrast.
Feet tripping over, but we won't give in,
In this chaos, let the dance begin.
