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