July Morning (Июльское Утро) июль-1977 побережье Кавказа
There I was on a July morning Looking for love With the strength Of a new day dawning And the beautiful sun
At the sound Of the first bird singing I was leaving for home With the storm And the night behind me And a road of my own
With the day came the resolution I'll be looking for you La la la la …
I was looking for love In the strangest places Wasn't a stone That I left unturned Must have tried more Than a thousand faces But not one was aware Of the fire that burned
In my heart, in my mind, in my soul La la la la …
There I was on a July morning I was looking for love With the strength Of a new day dawning And the beautiful sun
And at the sound Of the first bird singing I was leaving for home With the storm And the night behind me Yeah, and a road of my own