Текст песни Inca Steppa

Mexican Horizon the colors of gold Silk and satin, our stories untold From here to this moment Mysteries of time pulling us further On this journey of mine. This journey divine Hill and gully rider the Inca Steppa Hill and gully rider the Inca Steppa Crossing over water. Fly through the air I hear you calling. My heart I declare Head's on the highway. Stretching space Leaving the wasteland. A world in disgrace Hill and gully rider the Inca Steppa Hill and gully rider the Inca Steppa