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