How we've met? Do you remember?
My City was changing tires
We both felt fairy tired
Was it Oktober? November.
You told me there roads are good
Only sunshine and hardly storm
Everything is beautiful. even thorns
Birds are in great mood
You talked to me stealing my hours
I felt like you holded my hands
We still played in different bands
The songs could be ours
You promised you'd never feel cold
would never face blizzard
Untill you really want
After you kissed me "good night"
I kept sending messenge
To my well-known strangers
"He is my mister Right"