14 лет назад
Echoes of loneliness, traces from love affairs will never disappear
Always come thru.
I thought I'd never know the time to see her go, two people turned into one
Thinking as one.
A hint in the night, a touch of a dream has come to an end,
We run from one heart to another again.
The rose of one's love is withered and torn
And gone from one heart to another one day!
Sailing away to sea, the ships made of her and me,
They pass in the darkness nights and turn out the lights.
And I thought I'd never know the season to see her go,
Two people twirled into one, being as one.
Running, running from one heart to another again.