Artvenka - Disco In The Barn

You're turning butter, I'm watching the gears
The sound of the combine ringing in our ears
Dirt on your boots, but you're blowing in the sun
In this quiet valley, the work has just begun
My hands are calloused
Ering on the dusty street
We're dancing in the barn, rhythm in the hay
You're a rocker, dreams at the end of the day
It's a village love, heavy and sweet
The tractor engine hums a rhythm, a beat
We're fine in the pocket, shifting our feet
A little bit of reggae, a little bit of soap
Trading our secrets, giving up control the
R&D grew under the farmhouse moon
I never wanna leave this afternoon