After all, there's a sun

When we think
we’re lost forever,
when life’s a blink
of an eye that crys.

And everything
falls down, whenever
there’s no yellow, no pink,
but a heart that lies.

After all, there’s a sun
After all, there’s a light
that guides us to the right
thing, always.

When we’re falling apart,
something saves us from the dark.
There’s a small moon and a star
that shines on us every night.

After all, there’s a sun
After all, there’s a light
that guides us to the right
thing, always.

After all, there is love,
even if sometimes we can’t see it.
There’s a heart with a beat
that we can feel, for life.

You are that most bright star in my starie sky, in the most wonderful night.
You are the flower, you are the sea, you are my beautiful sight.

The Sky and My Thoughts

Sometimes, when I can’t sleep
I go to my window,
I watch through it.
It’s beautiful, the starry sky.
I look better, it’s so deep...!
I start thinking about everything.
(Why do I always think of that?)
How did this happen?
Why do I feel safe and warm?
Why do I smile when I think of your eyes?
Why do you blow my fears away?
Why, if you simply don’t care?

But then, my heart becomes blue.
My eyes, they’re full of tears
just because of you.
And the rain falls, suddenly…
I watch the sky – it’s crying too…

If you happen to be blue,
tears falling, feeling the pain,
go to the window too,
lock yourself, observe the rain…

Sometimes, when you’re down,
you need to get a moment,
a minute to be on your own.
And if anybody,
anybody tries to cheer you up,
you say “don’t bother…”
and you continue your watching
through your bedroom’s window.

If you happen to be blue,
tears falling, feeling the pain,
go to the window too,
lock yourself, observe the rain…

The stars, they’re shining,
but the sky, the sky is crying.