Текст: Peter Von Poehl. May Day. Silent As Gold.

The blue hour whispers
What we won?t say.
Our steps won?t get lost
In the city.
We hid among the raindrops,
Both thinking a bit too loud
Of the Outland Road.
I guess fate was just winking.
The hopscotch on the sidewalk
Had no sky.
We picked the same card that day,
Diamonds, alright.
Funny life should show up
In a Greek restaurant ?
The winter gives.
I guess fate was just winking.
But a story needs to be told
And I prefer life
Silent as gold ?
But the story must to be told.

(Merci a Leon DUONER pour cettes paroles)