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He was my north, my south, my east and west

My working week and my sunday rest

My noon, my midnight, my talk my song

I thought it love won't last forever

I was wrong



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