We're divided with the seas and the oceans, Forests of grace and field of emotions. I have to believe that this is the end Of the story 'bout the castles made of sand.
I will try Try to find Something new in my life without you. But I'm sure, you will hear my heartbeating Being miles and miles away.
Roll down, the river of my dream, Take me to the place I've never seen From which she will hear my heartbeating Being miles and miles away.