You can call me through the rain
But if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain
You can call me through the snow
It sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a
Show
Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows
But when we're safe in glory, there's no time for cries
And sorries
I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is
Dying
Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows
They say red rose is a faith
I say – life's too short to wait
What else can i say, i don't know, i don't know.
But i know, but i know, but i know – our river of love
Stops to flow
And when we're safe in glory, there's no time for cries
And sorries
I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is
Dying
Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows
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