Pr. Eylau The Retuses

Morning light used to be golden
Used to be gold and shine over the rose
That shine was brighter than moon size
Warmer than darkest heart, search for this road

This is our time and I jump out the window
This is our time, you wait for me there
This is our time and I jump out the window
This is our time, you wait for me there

Ветер, солнце, песок — даже волосы дыбом встают
Дорогая моя, я отсюда уйти не могу
Ветер гонит, пора, трубы гонят томительный вальс
В забалтийских морях музыкант провожает февраль

This is our time and I jump out the window
This is our time, you wait for me there
This is our time and I jump out the window
This is our time, you wait for me there