May
Dmitry Kostryukov
Those were early signs of may
Honey Sun and crystal rains
Colours run and slowly sway
I wish I could find a way
To stay the same
Our quiet voices fade
In endless night
Until the morning comes
We're out of sight
I hope it's right
Those were early signs of may
But it's colder every day
Colours run and slowly sway
I wish I could find a way
To stay the same
Our quiet voices fade
In endless night
Until the morning comes
We're out of sight
I hope it's right