Текст песни Dorotea Mele - Lovely on My Hand

Here's come the time,
Through the windows of my mind
I catch the breeze again.
Try to find my play,
Try to leave the game,
But then again I couldn't stop to think of us,
I couldn't move the things I used to do.
Time lays up the darker sides
Behind the traps of those who win the truth.

My thoughts go far indeed,
I seem some shadows on my place.
I'd took come back to my roots
To let the flowers blow,
To let the flowers grow.

Here's come the time,
Day by day we're writing down
The story of you and me,
Dreaming on my hand,
Lovely on my hand,
To fall in love again, forever,
To sing my dreams of you, together,
To fall in love with you, forever...