The wind is blowing I walk down the street And where I'm going clouds prepare for the rain The crowd is silent It goes everywhere A thousand lives each one with their hopes and cares
Sometimes I like to sit and wait Watching as people walk by I try to guess how do they feel What where their dreams as a child
Merry go round turn on your lights Show me the fair of life Let them all go where they belong Life is a carousel
The night is coming The city turns grey From distant windows some lights starting to play Each window showing Some pieces of life Like broken paintings drawn by hands and a knife
I'm sitting here alone on this bench I try to find my own pain All colors gone, faded to black There is no window for me
Merry go round turn on your lights Show me the fair of life Let them all go where they belong Life is a carouselTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
