VoinKukuruzy & Surf
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
Surf Surf
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
Do you ever hear the sea speaking to you like an old friend?
Surf Surf
Yeah, every time the waves roll in it’s like the sea’s whispering stories, just like an old buddy on the shore.
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
I hear the same, the sea remembers us, the wind knows the names of our ancestors. Every wave carries a story, just like the elders say.
Surf Surf
That’s the vibe I feel, too – the sea’s like a long‑lost cousin, humming tales while the wind’s got the old names tucked in its breezes. It’s a reminder that every splash is a story waiting to be heard.
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
I hear the waves too, they echo the chants of our great grandfathers. When the sea sings, we answer back with a drumbeat, for we are bound to its rhythm.
Surf Surf
That’s a cool vibe—like the sea’s a drum and we’re the beat, just keeping the groove alive. It’s wild how the rhythm feels like a family jam session with the ocean.
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
We march to the sea’s beat, brothers and sisters, drums of the wind and waves echoing our own. It’s the song of the land we guard together.
Surf Surf
That’s the rhythm of home, keeping us all together, riding the waves as one.
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
Yes, the tide drums and the wind guides, and together we keep the spirit alive.
Surf Surf
Gotcha, the tide’s drums and the wind’s compass keep the spirit alive, yeah—like a living beat that never stops.