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► Emika Dedicates Song Primary Colours To The People Of Ukraine — Shocklee Entertainment Universe ● The Future Frequency

► Emika Dedicates Song Primary Colours To The People Of Ukraine

shockleewebpic_emikaprimarycoloursdedicationDuring these somber times of upheaval in the Ukraine, Emika dedicates her song Primary Colours to those who are going through this difficult time…

From Emika’s Facebook page:

Following yesterdays violence in the Ukraine, I would like to dedicate this song to the people who died and continue to fight for freedom. Download enabled. One love. Emika.

“Primary Colours is about repressive systems and the cruelty they cause to innocent people. The song is a vision of strength, the gaining of consciousness about the truth and the desire to defend ones freedom. It is a song of hope.”

I hope my friends, fans, and all people are safe and the violence will end now.

One love. Emika.

Emika – Primary Colours
It’s that look in your eyes,
when the orchid dies,
and that cruelness inside must be joking.
It’s my feeling that I,
I’m alive,
and this pain is living.

My life’s a dream,
but I am awake.
I’d like to sleep,
but life’s a dream.
Everyone told me,
everyone talking:
‘Chase that dream be a warrior queen’.

It’s that look in your eyes,
when the orchid dies,
and that cruelness inside must be joking.
It’s my feeling that I,
I’m alive,
and this pain is living.

It’s the distance between us,
it’s the distance I’m running,
it’s the sky beyond the open window.
It’s the distance between us,
it’s the distance I’m running,
it’s the sky beyond the open window.

If war is art,
and art is love,
and love is hate,
and hate is dumb,
what have we become?
Primary colors.
Primary colors.
Blood red dreams with no tones between.

It’s that look in your eyes,
when the orchid dies,
and that cruelness inside must be joking.
It’s my feeling that I,
I’m alive,
and this pain is living.

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