Текст песни
When the days are forcing you to fight
With all these storms and rains of people’s souls
I close my eyes and see the perfect light
As though you came again to me this night.
Came, and all the flowers burst in blow
– your face is like a moon
Came, and all the papers flied up to
– the ceiling you’re my girl
This was going on and on in quiet room.
Perfect light was filling up my mind.
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