Простить-не значит поверить P.S:хех,что-то в этом есть,но это если прощают

My love is like footsteps in the snow... baby
I'll follow you everywhere you go... baby
The pain looks like [bad word] to wake you
But you will never realise
That I inspire the dreams that guide you... baby

I follow the winds that bring the cold... baby
I light a fire in your soul... baby
The lightest touch of feathers falling
My love may be invisible
But I inspire the dreams that guide you... baby

You're half a world away
But in my mind, I whisper every single word you say
And before you sleep at night
You pray to me, your lucky star, your singing satellite

Your satellite
Your satellite

I follow the winds that bring the cold... baby
I light a fire in your soul... baby
The lightest touch of feathers falling
My love may be invisible
But I inspire the dreams that guide you... baby

You're half a world away
But in my mind, I whisper every single word you say
And before you sleep at night
You pray to me, your lucky star, your singing satellite

Your satellite
Your satellite

You're half a world away
But in my mind, I whisper every single word you say
And before you sleep at night
You pray to me, your lucky star, your singing satellite