CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : November the 2nd

Listen, my dear I know
Of all of dark stormy nights ahead
All the mountains to tame
Fragile bridges to cross, I know

But with you my dear I feel
Such a beautiful remedy
You're a blissful surrender
A calm at the ocean
A lake, in a forest

I pray to the nights of the shooting stars
And hope one day
You lay down beside me and time doesn't go away
And you don't go away

Cause with you, my dear I feel
Such a beautiful remedy
You're a blissful surrender
A calm at the ocean
A lake, in a forest

So I pray to the nights of the shooting stars
And hope onе day
You lay down beside me and timе doesn't go away
And you won't go away