1999 کے بول

Hot night familiar small lights Someone is calling me over the sea Come back to me please No she, she doesn't know me I didn't want anybody to know What my Greek link shows How many times I went away Far from these lasting days spent In your cradle So many times I came back Bringing you some drops of regret They won't dry up yet New chance where are you from and What will you be from the moment we leave What about your lips My friends don't call it pause, break Rather the reason, the passion, the sense Remember? How many times I went away Far from these lasting days spent In your cradle So many times I came back Bringing you some drops of regret They won't dry up yet How many times I went away Far from these lasting days spent In your cradle So many times I came back Bringing you some drops of regret They won't dry up yet