He was my north, my south, my east and west
My working week and my sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk my song
I thought it love won't last forever
I was wrong

You can call me through the rain
But if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain

You can call me through the snow
It sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a show

Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows

But when we're safe in glory,
There's no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying,
Though my singing bird is dying

Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows

They say red rose is a faith
I say – life's too short to wait

What else can I say, I don't know, I don't know..
But I know, but I know, but I know – our river of love stops to flow

And when we're safe in glory, there's no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying

Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows