nights lookin' over my shoulder And the ways of the world make a heart go colder Get nowhere left to hide The fight in me has died So I must wait for the sunrise
Vertimas: Richard Marx. Wait For The Sunrise.
nights Lookin' over my shoulder And the ways of the world make a heart Grow colder Got nowhere left to hide The fight in me has died So I must wait for the sunrise
many nights Lookin' over my shoulder And the ways of the world make a heart Grow colder Got nowhere left to hide The fight in me has died So I must wait for the sunrise