Walking on the street, enjoying the evening.
I think about you my babe.
My shoes are wet but I don’t care.
I am in love, I am kissing rain.
Walking down our alley;
I see strangers among the night.
I remember how you smell,
I recall your deep dark eyes...
Walking slowly under moonlight,
Picking constellations from the sky.
I remember your sweet talk,
I wish you were here tonight.
Sitting alone near the water,
Throwing rocks into the dark.
Memories floating in my head
Feelings flying through my heart.
Walking on the street, enjoying evening.
I am happy, I am in love.
And I share that with people,
I can’t help it, it’s from my heart...
December 1, 1996
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
Walking on the street, enjoying the evening...
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