Migala Our Times Of Disaster lyrics

All the girls on these times of disaster
Want a party I'm not able to give
So I learn every night some new clapping and dancing
And the compass measure is the show

When it would be so easy to give me a cure at night
Some heat, some strength, near the dance floor
Just the softest 3 by 4 and you moving the head
No fear, no blankets, no pills, a hymn, yes

All the girls on these times of disaster
Want a party I'm not able to give
So I learn every night some new clapping and dancing

And the compass measure is the show

Then it always comes the morning
And it's sometimes really quiet
But always full of echoes of you

The newspaper speaking noisy
And the countdown of parent's wake
The shout of a life that it's silly and foul