He was my north, my south, my east and west   My working week and my sunday rest   My noon, my midnight, my talk my song   I thought it love won't 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, 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