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 glowing in the sun; in this quiet valley,
The work has just begun.
My hands are calloused, your apron stained with blue,
Everything I do is leading back to you.
It's a village love, heavy and sweet,
Disco lights flickering on a dusty street.
We're dancing in the barn, rhythm in the hay,
Europac dreams at the end of the day; yeah,
It's a village love, heavy and sweet.
The tractor engine hums up, rhythm the beat,
We're finding the pocket, shifting our feet.
A little bit of reggae, a little bit of soul,
Trading our secrets, giving up control.
The R&B groove, another farmhouse moon,
I never want to leave this afternoon.
Oh, it's a village love, heavy and sweet,
Disco lights flickering on a dusty street.
We're dancing in the barn, rhythm in the hay,
Europac dreams at the end of the day; yeah,
It's a village love, heavy and sweet.
Metal on the way, the beat gets stronger,
I can't wait in the field any longer.
Oh, it's a village love, heavy and sweet,
Disco lights flickering on a dusty street.
We're dancing in the barn, rhythm in the hay,
Europac dreams at the end of the day; yeah,
It's a village love, heavy and sweet.