When nobody's trying to notice
When no one is here to stay
you think of that wonderful storries
from thousand years away...
CHORUS:
Come, we're waiting here
Come, just turn the corner
Come, we're made of fear
and dressed in nervous warnings.
Come, we're all the same
come, we won't surrender
come, we call again
this life can be so tender!
And streets are replying so friendly
And giving you reason and warmth
These streets seem so sudden and endless
And you seem not one and not worse.
Come!
© Copyright: Антон Кореневский, 2003
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