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AURORA - Everything Matters (Official Instrumental / Audio)

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  • Опубликовано: 28 янв 2022
  • Song name: Everything Matters
    Artist: AURORA
    Album: The Gods We Can Touch (2022)
    ℗ 2022 Glassnote Entertainment Group LLC, distributed by AWAL

Комментарии • 5

  • @komudamatata5492
    @komudamatata5492 Год назад +16

    The piano...

  • @raymiller5895
    @raymiller5895 Год назад +12

    I live for the bass line in the second verse and chorus

  • @huhyep5604
    @huhyep5604 2 года назад +43

    I'm driving your car with you
    Sleeping in the seat next to me like a baby
    You twist and you turn
    You're traveling fast like a bird in a dream
    Look at it go
    Look at it dance over the sky like a rocket
    A love machine, a cinematic dream
    So pure and it hurts
    When the beauty is lost in the speed
    'Cause everything matters to me
    (To me, to me, to me, to me)
    To me
    You're part of the dawn where the light comes from the dark
    You're a part of the morning and everything matters
    And we are, an atom and a star
    You're a part of the movement and everything matters
    (To me, to me, to me, to me)
    I'm watching a storm turn into form
    In the clouds of the world like a burst
    It dances and it twirls on the top of the world
    It is good and it hurts
    Look at it go
    Look at it dance over the sky like a rocket
    A teacher, a simulated dream
    A cure, a cure for the hurt
    And the pleasure you feel is real
    You're part of the dawn where the light comes from the dark
    You're a part of the morning and everything matters
    And we are, an atom and a star
    You're a part of the movement and everything matters
    (To me, to me, to me, to me)
    (To me, to me, to me, to me)

    • @Manon-gd6tn
      @Manon-gd6tn 2 года назад +7

      Pars avant l'aube
      Quand la lumière nous voit
      Quelque part dans le monde
      Un oiseau s'endort sans bruit
      Toi et moi
      Dans la nuit on trouvera
      Quelque part où déposer
      Les fleurs qu'on a cueillies (×3)

  • @pxshi1946
    @pxshi1946 Год назад +12

    I'm driving your car with you
    Sleeping in the seat next to me like a baby
    You twist and you turn
    You're traveling fast like a bird in a dream
    Look at it go
    Look at it dance over the sky like a rocket
    A love machine, a cinematic dream
    So pure and it hurts
    When the beauty is lost in the speed
    'Cause everything matters to me
    (To me, to me, to me, to me)
    To me
    You're part of the dawn where the light comes from the dark
    You're a part of the morning and everything matters
    And we are, an atom and a star
    You're a part of the movement and everything matters
    (To me, to me, to me, to me)
    I'm watching a storm turn into form
    In the clouds of the world like a burst
    It dances and it twirls on the top of the world
    It is good and it hurts
    Look at it go
    Look at it dance over the sky like a rocket
    A teacher, a simulated dream
    A cure, a cure for the hurt
    And the pleasure you feel is real
    You're part of the dawn where the light comes from the dark
    You're a part of the morning and everything matters
    And we are, an atom and a star
    You're a part of the movement and everything matters
    (To me, to me, to me, to me)
    (To me, to me, to me, to me)
    Quelque part avant l'aube
    Quand la lumière veut nous voir
    Quelque part dans le monde
    Un oiseau s'endort sans bruit
    Toi et moi
    Dans la nuit on trouvera
    Quelque part où déposer
    Les fleurs qu'on a cueillies
    Pars avant l'aube
    Quand la lumière veut nous voir
    Quelque part dans le monde
    Un oiseau s'endort sans bruit
    Toi et moi
    Dans la nuit on trouvera
    Quelque part où déposer
    Les fleurs qu'on a cueillies
    Pars avant l'aube
    Quand la lumière veut nous voir
    Quelque part dans le monde
    Un oiseau s'endort sans bruit
    Toi et moi
    Dans la nuit on trouvera
    Quelque part où déposer
    Les fleurs qu'on a cueillies