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Vasilisks - Street Market Magic Lyrics

In the heart of the city, where the cobblestones meet
There's a lively rhythm, a market's heartbeat
Vendors with their wares, colors vibrant and bold
Stories whispered in spices, secrets yet untold

From the fruit stalls to the fabric stands
A symphony of hustle, a dance of hands
The aroma of street food fills the air
As coins change hands, dreams take flight there

Oh, street market magic, where cultures collide
Bargains struck with laughter, hopes amplified
From vintage trinkets to exotic teas
These bustling alleys hold life's mysteries

The old man selling records, his eyes full of tales
Bargains struck with laughter, hopes amplified
From vintage trinkets to exotic teas
These bustling alleys hold life's mysteries

The old man selling records, his eyes full of tales
The flower girl's smile as she weaves her fragrant trails
The busker with a guitar, singing songs of the past
And the shoemaker mending soles, memories amassed

From the fruit stalls to the fabric stands
A symphony of hustle, a dance of hands
The aroma of street food fills the air
As coins change hands, dreams take flight there

Oh, street market magic, where cultures collide
Bargains struck with laughter, hopes amplified
From vintage trinkets to exotic teas
These bustling alleys hold life's mysteries

The Sun-kissed tomatoes, the handmade crafts
The whispered negotiations, the children's laughs
Each stall a chapter, each vendor a star
In this open-air theater, where stories are mar

Oh, street market magic, where cultures collide
Bargains struck with laughter, hopes amplified
From vintage trinkets to exotic teas
These bustling alleys hold life's mysteries
Oh, street market magic, where cultures collide
Bargains struck with laughter, hopes amplified
From vintage trinkets to exotic teas
These bustling alleys hold life's mysteries

So let's sway to the rhythm of the market's song
Where the ordinary becomes extraordinary all day long
From vintage trinkets to exotic teas
These bustling alleys hold life's mysteries

So let's sway to the rhythm of the market's song
Where the ordinary becomes extraordinary all day long
From vintage trinkets to exotic teas
These bustling alleys hold life's mysteries

Hold life's mysteries