[Krisia:]
Fairy-tales aren’t told from the end,
The dragon never returns golden apples.
The life is what it is –
Whatever to ask questions for?
[Slavi:]
Rather black than white, (1)
More tired but not much the wiser,
Thus more curious than ever,
I inquire if our enemy is the time?
[Krisia:]
Every second of life is a gift.
Not with a clock or calendar –
It is measured in the minutes
Shared with somebody,
You’re alive only in the minutes
Shared with somebody.
[Together:]
I don’t believe in miracles
But I trust my own heart
And anyone who owns place in it.
I don’t believe in miracles
But I trust my own heart
And anyone whom it loves.
I believe in miracles!
[Slavi:]
I’ve seen much though understood a little,
I’ve stumbled much but never given up,
And thank God I’m still the same –
Probably this is the point of it all?
[Krisia:]
You, the people, have strange games:
Angels – demons, bad – good,
And yet you forget the important –
Not to be alone.
[Together:]
I don’t believe in miracles
But I trust my own heart
And anyone who owns place in it.
I don’t believe in miracles
But I trust my own heart
And anyone whom it loves.
I believe in miracles!
I don’t believe in miracles
But I trust my own heart
And anyone who owns place in it.
I don’t believe in miracles
But I trust my own heart
And anyone whom it loves.
I don’t believe in miracles
But I trust my own heart
And anyone whom it loves.
I believe in miracles!