[Интро] (Мандолина + пульсирующий суббас, хлопки) Hey now, gather round, Fire’s high, the beat’s found! [Куплет 1] Woodsmoke curls like an old folk tune, Laptop glows where the moonlight shone. Weave the wires, spin the disc, Grandma’s quilt and a digital mix. [Пред‑припев] (Добавляются синты и бочка) Hands up, stomp your feet, Where the analog and binary meet! [Припев] Bonfire & bytes, hand in hand, Dance till dawn on this sacred land. Fiddle cries, the synth replies, Under constellations, we touch the skies. Bonfire & bytes, heart to heart, Old stories new, we rewrite the chart. Folks by the fire, beats by the stream, This is our hymn, this is our dream! [Куплет 2] Pickup truck parked by the speaker stack, Grammy’s dusty, but the bass is fat. Sing the ballad, cut the track, Roots in soil, wings in chat. [Пред‑припев] Hands up, stomp your feet, Where the analog and binary meet! [Припев] Bonfire & bytes, hand in hand, Dance till dawn on this sacred land. Fiddle cries, the synth replies, Under constellations, we touch the skies. Bonfire & bytes, heart to heart, Old stories new, we rewrite the chart. Folks by the fire, beats by the stream, This is our hymn, this is our dream! [Бридж] (Акустическая гитара + минимал‑бит, затем взрывной дроп) We are the weavers, Of time and tone… We are the keepers, Of fire and code! [Финал‑припев] Bonfire & bytes, hand in hand, Dance till dawn on this sacred land. This is our hymn, this is our dream!
