Times are changing
Just like the wind –
Today I’m happy,
Tomorrow I’m blind.
I’m walking through the field,
All my feelings are now killed.
Where is the fire, that made me burn?
Where is the wind, that took me higher
And made up turn?
Born of dreams and darkness,
I’m left in the endless sea.
Where are you, my love?
Please, come back to me.
Times Are Changing
© Copyright: Летящий Вдаль, 2005
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