She was screaming Take On Me...
Only shadow from your sum
Only picture drawn in page
There is plane, no panoram
What you hide behind of eyes?
You've been toy for crowd first
But today you look from skies
Skies of fame, you know your cost
Herre i drommen(*) you possess
Own lands of crowd here
She was screaming "Take On Me"...
You pretend that you don't hear
"Scared Of Heights" you said to she
Now your past is passed, it's rust,
She was asking "Take On Me"...
But you guess that circle's last
(*) Herre i drommen - повелитель грез, а также мужчина в мечтах (норв.)
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