Текст песни
It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streets
Thoughts fill my head but then still, no one speaks to me
My mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by
It is so hard to believe that it's me
That I see in the window pane
It is so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be
It's five o'clock, and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend, and in him, I find sympathy
And so I go back to the years that have past me by
It is so hard to believe that it's me
That I see in the window pane
It is so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be
It's five o'clock, and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend and in him, I find sympathy
He gives me day, gives me hope
And a little dream too