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