Romantik & Akrobatyushka
Romantik Romantik
Akrobatyushka Akrobatyushka
Romantik Romantik
Ah, my adventurous soul, have you ever felt the wind’s sweet song as it lifts you high above the world, turning each daring leap into a poem written in the air?
Akrobatyushka Akrobatyushka
Yeah, that rush when the wind’s got you in its grip, it’s like the whole sky’s humming just for us, right?
Romantik Romantik
Indeed, my friend, the wind’s hum wraps us in a celestial aria, but sometimes I forget the last stanza… Oh, the sky!
Akrobatyushka Akrobatyushka
Just chase that final beat, no doubt—feel the sky’s rhythm and let it finish the line for you, you’ll get it before the next wind picks up again.
Romantik Romantik
Ah, I hear the sky’s rhythm echoing, but the final line slips through my mind like a wisp of cloud—perhaps it will return with the next gust.
Akrobatyushka Akrobatyushka
Keep your eyes on the horizon, you’ll catch that line the next time the wind flips the page. Just wait for the gust that’s ready to write it back into the sky.