Текст песни Brainstorm - Reality Show | SongLyrics

He was my North, my South, my East my West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever.
I was wrong.

You can call me through the rain
But if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain

You can call me through the snow
It sounds too sweet, my dear,
It sounds for me like a show

Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows

But when we’re safe in glory,
There’s no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying,
Though my singing bird is dying

Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows

They say red rose is a faith
I say – life’s too short to wait

What else can I say, I don’t know
But I know, but I know, but I know
Our river of love stops to flow

And when we’re safe in glory,
There’s no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying,
Though my singing bird is dying

Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows
        

«Reality Show» — композиция, исполненная Brainstorm, которая завоевала популярность среди поклонников жанра. В данном разделе вы можете ознакомиться с полным текстом песни, прочувствовать атмосферу произведения и ближе познакомиться с творчеством артиста.

Слова песни «Reality Show» являются ярким примером стиля, в котором работает Brainstorm.

О песне

• Название: Reality Show
• Исполнитель: Brainstorm
• Язык исполнения: Русский
• Дата публикации: 27.07.2025