(Feat. Linda Leen)
(Brainstorm / W.H.Auden, Brainstorm)
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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