Like a new Golf, crossing Downing Street
All things were so exclusive
As if / all my troubles were
A day ago, a day before.
And she / is sure I`m back
Why not? But I am too sad.
And love her, this is all to know
Like a day before…
Chorus:
Privaaaate… of my own mind
Sunshine… at the summer night
Preseeents… what I did it for
Why not? This is all… for her.
Now I can see only clowds
And she always asks for more
But we still believe in love
A day ago. A day before.
For her
© Copyright: Максим Урсус, 2004
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