Wind never changes.
It takes us again to the circle of charter flights.
People act like birds,
Gather in flocks and then on a plane go south.
We, too, wanted to chase them,
To fly to the sun, me and you - straight out from our bedroom.
I was holding your hand
When you told me: "It's all like a movie,
One more about parting forever".
Hey, stop the film - I shouted out in sorrow.
I have already seen it all before.
Hey, cameraman - say cut, it's over
The guy's just laughing, keeping me at gunpoint.
One more about parting forever...
End credits are over.
You're moving to sea, and my new home will be mountains
Hugging one last time,
And travel bags touched, breaking that silence.
We are craving for freedom.
But we're too much alike, two birds of a feather
Yes, we got too much in common.
If we ever get roles in a movie,
We'll be credited "Extra bypassers".
Hey, stop the film - I shouted out in sorrow.
I have already seen it all before.
Hey, cameraman - say cut, it's over
The guy's just laughing, keeping me at gunpoint.