The callous calendar turns over dates,
And time will stop at nothing in that course.
If you would really miss the Christmas day,
You really lose the year, of course.
And what will be with us, who knows?
My flat looks like a castle of my life,
Where I'm dressing like a courage knight.
I'm here on the island with my wife.
You'd think that I go with the tide,
But I'm a real island's knight.
Chorus:
Day by day, day by day...
You and me live on this island anyway.
The ships are going round of my place
And there is no tsunamic dreadful waves.
So I live here on the edge of earth
And I embrace the haven's face.
Thus, now you know about my place.
Chorus.
Day By Day
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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