Текст песни Reality Show - Prāta Vētra feat. Linda Leen

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