Текст песни Free Spirit - X-Teknokore

Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
A thing of beauty is a joy forever
Its loveliness increases
It will never pass into nothingness;
But still will keep a bower quiet for us
And a sleep full of sweet dreams,
And health, and quiet breathing
Therefore, on every morrow
Are we wreathing a flowery band to bind us to the earth
Spite of despondence,
Of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures,
Of the gloomy days
From our dark spirits
From our dark spirits
Such the sun, the moon
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
I'm number one!
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Fuckin' down!
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Rock the Place
Fuckin' down!
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead
All lovely tales that we have heard or read
An endless fountain of immortal drink
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink