57 (The Year I Was Born) (Moon, Light and Flowers 1983)

Текст песни Michael Cretu - 57 (The Year I Was Born) (Moon, Light and Flowers 1983)

I came from where the sun rises
In a mountainous land
To a world of surprises
Only a grain in the sand
Or a leaf flying high in the wind
Until it flutters to land
Wanna stay, wanna play
Doing all my things
And spin the dice of fate

I'm speeding into the future
I won’t lose a single day
I'm up before the rooster
There's hardly time to play
’Cause I know where I'm going in this life
And I wanna get there fast
Don't care, don't mind
What the people say
I wanna live my life

'57 is the year I was born
Nothing special in the eyеs of the Lord
A good year, a bad year
'57 is thе year I was born
Nothing special in the eyes of the Lord
Music pulses in my veins
Beats right into my heart
It takes hold of my senses
Making light out of the dark
All tonight I am playing my piano
Trying to write a new song
Wanna stay, wanna play
Doing all my things
And spin the dice of fate

'57 is the year I was born
Nothing special in the eyes of the Lord
A good year, a bad year
'57 is the year I was born
Nothing special in the eyes of the Lord

’57 is the year I was born
Nothing special in the eyes of the Lord
A good year, a bad year
’57 is the year I was born
Nothing special in the eyes of the Lord

A good year, a bad year
'57 is the year I was born
Nothing special in the eyes of the Lord
’57 is the year I was born
Nothing special in the eyes of the Lord