Текст песни Old Soul - Amahla

She was nothing until she heard
Bless the child who's soul it touched
With not a struggle in life but
Living for the city blues - the masquerade
Slowly becoming the foundations (of her life)

Cuz I was only 3 years old
When I fell in love with old soul
Too deep was the cry
Too sharp was the knife
And I, fell in love with old soul

Listening with Otis on a vinyl record
I know His tone is - as rich as black coffee
But if we do the same in time, we'll be making our own paradise
When Troubles of world come over me

Cuz I was only 3 years old
When I fell in love with old soul

Cuz I was only 3 years old
When I fell in love with old soul

Cuz I was only 3 years old
When I fell in love with old soul
Too deep was the cry
Too sharp was the knife

Cuz I was only 3 years old
When I fell in love with old soul
Too deep was the cry
Too sharp was the knife
And I fell in love with old soul