More songs by Carl Cox
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Description
It's as if space has decided to remember warmth. Everything floats - sounds, breath, the boundaries between dreams and reality. Somewhere among the stars, a man sits on a mushroom, watching a flower bloom, and suddenly recognises in it an old friend - not from memory, but from that childhood world where miracles require no proof.
The music seems to melt in the sun: slow, viscous, almost intangible, yet filling everything around with a strange tenderness. It is not the kind of heat you hide from, but the kind you can dissolve into completely - simply allowing yourself not to rush anywhere and feeling life awakening inside you again.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Take the force of you
To win the force of me
To pierce the atmosphere
At escape velocity, ah
And that time that came to be
It was our destiny
We built a love museum
For all the world to see, ah
That time that came to be
It was our destiny
We built a love museum
For all the world to see
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
Sitting on a mushroom
Watching a flower bloom
Running into a childhood friend
That you never thought you'd see again
In a Doc Martin shoebox
Listening to Carl Cox
Bright yellow kayak
With Salma Hayek
Let's raise a cup to deliverance
And another cup to blessing
We can live our life in suffering
Or live our life in Joya
Live our life in Joya
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
Joya
Joya
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
English translation
Take the force of you
To win the force of me
To pierce the atmosphere
At escape velocity, ah
And that time that came to be
It was our destiny
We built a love museum
For all the world to see, ah
That time that came to be
It was our destiny
We built a love museum
For all the world to see
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
Sitting on a mushroom
Watching a flower bloom
Running into a childhood friend
That you never thought you'd see again
In a Doc Martin shoebox
Listening to Carl Cox
Bright yellow kayak
With Salma Hayek
Let's raise a cup to deliverance
And another cup to blessing
We can live our life in suffering
Or live our life in Joya
Live our life in Joya
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya
Joya
Joya
Ah, Joya
Ah, Joya