Sensation

Even if you stand across the sea,
you will feel the heat.
It's some kind of an energy,
like an international hit.
It goes through my soul strings.

It goes on, like a sensation,
it exists, and it will not stop.
And it goes, as if it was magical,
surely it's not natural.
And it goes-oes-oes, creating a sensatya,
and it lives, and it goes through us.
In our dreams, even the wildest ones,
we're living in fantasia,
in our sensatyia.

I'm going slow and steady after all,
nothing will break my down.
I am young, and I know it all,
at least what I should've known.
It goes through my soul strings.

It goes on, like a sensation,
it exists, and it will not stop.
And it goes, as if it was magical,
surely it's not natural.
And it goes-oes-oes, creating a sensatya,
and it lives, and it goes through us.
In our dreams, even the wildest ones,
we're living in fantasia,
in our sensatyia.

The sun shines, its rayes are hot.
And it melts my icy heart.

And it goes on, like a sensation,
it exists, and it will not stop.
And it goes, as if it was magical,
surely it's not natural.
And it goes-oes-oes, creating a sensatya,
and it lives, and it goes through us.
In our dreams, even the wildest ones,
we're living in fantasia,
in our sensatya.