
Reality Show Prāta Vētra (Ft. Linda Leen)
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He was my north, my south, my east, my west
My working and my Sunday rest
My moon, my midnight
I thought that love would 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
My working and my Sunday rest
My moon, my midnight
I thought that love would 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
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