I thought I would hate you, but I can't I wish I could leave you, but I stay I say I could walk a thousand miles just to get away Coming back again '
me what will we write on these pages? We cannot see the end so here we must begin Tell me what will we write on these pages?
I got a word for you, try it on for size I've been ready to say it for awhile You know I'm not impulsive, it's not a change of heart Just something way
I'm standing on top of a mountain high Beauty of the land stands lies before my eyes But what's the land to me or colors of the sky Cause I can't breathe
Sweet wonderful you You make me happy with the things you do Oh, can it be so This feeling follows me wherever I go I never did believe in miracles But
Tulkojums: Strait Beringa. Pages.
