When I wake up in the morning,
I can see that nothing has changed.
There’s nothing magical or strange.
Without love time’s standing still
The same people in the street,
The same world is around me.
Sometimes I can hear some words –
Give me your hand and you will be free
But who can tell me what love is,
Nobody knows what does it mean.
Not a chance to find it or steal…
Love is dead. Like you and me
Loves Dead
© Copyright: Летящий Вдаль, 2005
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