Магазин песен

Куплет

In a smoky room where the lights are low,
Ray Charles hits the keys and the rhythm starts to flow.
With a swing in his step and a heart full of soul,
He plays the night away, making stories unfold.

Куплет 2

Lost in the melody, the world fades away,
The piano speaks in notes, what words can't convey.
With each chord he strikes, emotions cascade,
In the smoky room, memories are made.

Припев

Oh, the magic of the music, it's a timeless affair,
In every note and phrase, you can feel the air.
Melancholy and joy, they entwine and dance,
In a dreamy, jazzy groove, lost in a trance.

Куплет 3

Through the haze of the room, the crowd leans in,
Captivated by the soul, where does music end and begin?
In the keys of ebony and ivory, secrets lie bare,
Ray's fingers gliding effortlessly, with a cross to bear.

Связка

Underneath the spotlight, his voice starts to hum,
With a gentle, tender whisper, his heartbeats become.
A symphony of feeling, every note's reply,
In the smoky room, Ray commands the sky.

Куплет 4

When the night is over and the songs have been sung,
Echoes of the music linger, the heart's forever young.
The smoky room, now silent, holds tales of the past,
But the memories linger on and forever will last.