Bubijeva pesmarica

FLay a whCisper on my pillow,
leave a wFinter on the groGund
I wake up loCnely, there's air of sFilence
in the bdedroom and all aroGund
Touch me now,a​ I close my eyeCs and dream awFay.

GIt must have been loCve, but its over noFw
It must have been godod, but I loast it somehGow
It must have been loCve but its over noFw
from the moment we toduched
till the timae had run Gout

GMake belCieving, we're together
that I'm sheFltered by hour hGeart
But in and Coutside I've turned to wfater
like a tedardrop in your pGalm
And its haard, winter's daCy, I dream awaFy

FIt must have Cbeen love, but its over now
It was all I Fwanted, now I'm living Gwithout
It must have Cbeen love but its Fover now
Its dwhere the water Gflows,
its awhere the Cwind Fblows

CIt must have been loFve but its over noBw
It must have been gogod, but I lodst it somehCow
It must have been loFve, but its over noBw,
from the moment we toguched
till the tdime had run oCut.