Idioma Origen:
It's five o'clock
And I walk through the empty streets
Thoughts fill my head
But then still
No one speaks to me
My mind takes me back
To the years that have passed me by
[Interlude]
It is so hard to believe
That it's me, that I see
In the window pane
It is so hard to believe
That all this is the way
That it has to be
It's five o'clock
And I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him, I find sympathy
Thus so I go back to the years that have past me by
[Interlude]
It is so hard to believe
That it's me, that I see
In the window pane
It it so hard to believe
That all this is the way
That it has to be
It's five o'clock
And I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him I find sympathy
He gives me day, gives me hope
And a little dream too
Idioma Destino:
It's five o'clock
And I walk through the empty streets
Thoughts fill my head
But then still
No one speaks to me
My mind takes me back
To the years that have passed me by
[Interlude]
It is so hard to believe
That it's me, that I see
In the window pane
It is so hard to believe
That all this is the way
That it has to be
It's five o'clock
And I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him, I find sympathy
Thus so I go back to the years that have past me by
[Interlude]
It is so hard to believe
That it's me, that I see
In the window pane
It it so hard to believe
That all this is the way
That it has to be
It's five o'clock
And I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him I find sympathy
He gives me day, gives me hope
And a little dream too