Текст песни
I thought life will be so easy,
so we come here only for a pleasure.
Yeah, it was a great mistake.
And one day I realized that It's much harder than it seems.
Well, when you are about midway it's like back to the wall.
I rode my bike many miles away until ran out of gas,
Started into the night sky.
What am I leaving for?
Every time we’re calling up His name
Only when the clouds roll in
Want to find the hope and your oun way
Only when the clouds roll in
Only when the clouds roll in
How many bikes has broken down...
How many pretty girls passed by...
Nothing matters, It was just a passion
It's to early to mix it up with love
Passion... It's like a blazing fire which lives a burnt field at which sprouts of love can never grow.
What is really matter? Your soul.
Every time we’re calling up His name
Only when the clouds roll in
Want to find the hope and your oun way
Only when the clouds roll in
Only when the clouds roll in
When I will pass away
When there will be no strings left on my guitar.
I will meet Him at the top of the sky,
look back to all my life, all troubles and sorrow.
And I will say Him: ""thank you""
Every time we’re calling up His name
Only when the clouds roll in
Want to find the hope and your oun way
Only when the clouds roll in
Only when the clouds roll in
