Flashes of yesterday, ashes flying away. Sometimes is just like I can`t look other way. There`s no ringing telephone, Pictures disappearing from my wall.
Face to face in the mirror I can`t recognize myself Memories are sometimes a shelter Were I keep my faith
Breeze of youth still helping me breathe. Feeling, laughing, breaking the rules. But when I`m afraid about those years never come back again A little child, from the other side, look to my eyes, and says: “Take my hand and come with me. I`ll show you how to live Happily… Peacefully… ”
Echoes from the past show me time passes so fast. The boy with a walkman has become in a man. But his bright eyes never die And hope always make him rise.
Once again at the crossroad Against The Old I fight. If I´m still be a child I will be proud Until the day I die.
Breeze of youth still helping me breathe. Feeling, laughing, breaking the rules. But when I`m afraid about those years never come back again A little child, from the other side, look to my eyes, and says: “Take my hand and come with me. I`ll show you how to live Happily… Peacefully… ”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
