Like the voice of an angel, I heard her
She said "Look - yes, it’s him
At the crossroads the good God is standing
He will show you the way"
At the end of the day
I see your picture
I see the places where I was
I see a crowd of people
At the end of the day
An empty glass’s sound
It seems it’s a dream...
No, no, no, no, no, no
At the end of the day
I see your picture
In the empty glass - some oranges
It's my possessions
At the end of the day
An empty glass’s sound
It seems it’s a dream...
Like the voice of an angel, I heard her
She said "Look - yes, it’s him
At the crossroads the good God is standing
He will show you the way"
At the end of the day
I see your picture
I see the mouth, in which many times
I drowned my sorrows
At the end of the day
I hear a quiet whisper
It seems it’s a dream...
No, no, no, no, no, no
At the end of the day
I see your picture
I see the hands, I feel the heart
It’s my ideal
At the end of the day
But not alone
But not alone ...
Like the voice of an angel, I heard her
She said "Look - yes, it’s him
At the crossroads the good God is standing
He will show you the way"