Brainstorm - Reality Show текст песни

He was my North, my South, my East my West
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I thought that love would last forever
I was wrong

You can call me through the rain
But if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain

You can call me through the snow
It sounds too sweet, my dear
It sounds for me like a show

Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows

But when we’re safe in glory
There’s no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying
Though my singing bird is dying

Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows

They say red rose is a faith
I say – life’s too short to wait

What else can I say, I don’t know
But I know, but I know, but I know
Our river of love stops to flow

And when we’re safe in glory
There’s no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying
Though my singing bird is dying

Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows