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