Come, mavi
Come, mavi
A woman with heart scars
And a man who's playing drums
Come, mavi
Come, mavi
Come, mavi, a healer of the souls
Your face is calm
Your hair is dark
Your clothes remind me
Of the buildings in an ancient town
Alas, I cannot save you
What a luck, I cannot save you
Woman with a light hair
Heart ache
Is playing her guitar
Alas, she cannot stop it
What a luck, she cannot stop it
Come, mavi
Come, mavi
When it stops being about the money
And the taste of the peaches in the mountains
Reminds me
Of the Indian poetry
(There's) dark bread, low swing
And a noise of the road is muted
By the river flowing
In August
And I take you by the hand
We're blurring in the night
And now I am a nomad
I live in constant roaming
The wisdom, meant by my name
Comes from the deepest loving
And everything is in the deepest loving
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Come, mavi
Come, mavi
A woman with heart scars
And a man who's playing drums
Come, mavi
Come, mavi
Come, mavi, a healer of the souls
Your face is calm
Your hair is dark
Your clothes remind me
Of the buildings in an ancient town
Alas, I cannot save you
What a luck, I cannot save you
Woman with a light hair
Heart ache
Is playing her guitar
Alas, she cannot stop it
What a luck, she cannot stop it
Come, mavi
Come, mavi
When it stops being about the money
And the taste of the peaches in the mountains
Reminds me
Of the Indian poetry
(There's) dark bread, low swing
And a noise of the road is muted
By the river flowing
In August
And I take you by the hand
We're blurring in the night
And now I am a nomad
I live in constant roaming
The wisdom, meant by my name
Comes from the deepest loving
And everything is in the deepest loving
Come, mavi
A woman with heart scars
And a man who's playing drums
Come, mavi
Come, mavi
Come, mavi, a healer of the souls
Your face is calm
Your hair is dark
Your clothes remind me
Of the buildings in an ancient town
Alas, I cannot save you
What a luck, I cannot save you
Woman with a light hair
Heart ache
Is playing her guitar
Alas, she cannot stop it
What a luck, she cannot stop it
Come, mavi
Come, mavi
When it stops being about the money
And the taste of the peaches in the mountains
Reminds me
Of the Indian poetry
(There's) dark bread, low swing
And a noise of the road is muted
By the river flowing
In August
And I take you by the hand
We're blurring in the night
And now I am a nomad
I live in constant roaming
The wisdom, meant by my name
Comes from the deepest loving
And everything is in the deepest loving
Writer: Sofia Shvager
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid