I used to think that mornings brought us pain
Just counting hours, running through the rain
But Friday came with strawberries and light
A sudden warmth that put my doubts to flight
I watch her sleep, the shadows start to fade
And find myself within the trap I made
My restless mind is drifting to the past
To that dark station where the
The final bus had vanished in the cold
Another lonely story to unfold
She hid her face, her tears began to fall
A fragile flower by the station wall
She whispered low, a stranger to the street:
"Is this the place where love and sorrow meet?"
A homeless heart, a bird without a wing
She cried so softly... waiting for the spring
I stepped across the line and dared to speak:
"Well, hello there, I’m the
We stole the night, we kept the world at bay
And washed the sadness of the past away
Now destiny is breathing in my room
A quiet sun that chases out the gloom
She’s sleeping softly in the arms of day
The fairytale that never walks away
My whole life shifted, time has lost its track —
She chose to stay... and there’s no turning back
She chose to stay...
No turning back...
Свидетельство о публикации №531212 от 4 августа 2026 года