Слова:
Vitas Good Bye

summer in myself I am winter in myself I live on the stars Where the sky ends And up from there I wisper: 'good-bye" Good-good-good-good-good-good-bye-bye-bye

And I think of all the love That's come and gone Count the miles child Our hearts are made of stone [Chorus:] Oh, I never believed in "Good-Bye"