Can this be the evening
Can this be the place
Am I only dreaming
Looking at her face
Everything I wanted
Suddenly so clear
My past and my future so near
Next to me this frightened girl
Holding tight as the dancers whirl
Keep your nerve and see this through
It’s what you’ve come to do
See that girl
Could it be
Don’t be ridiculous
I refuse to dream
I refuse to hope
I must stop believing
I will never find her
She’s near at hand
Yet here I stand
My heard and mind at war
The times must change
The world must change
And love is not what revolution’s for
Someone holds her safe and warm
Someone rescues her from the storm
Simple things but one thing’s clear:
It’s fate that brought us here
Painted wings, Home, love, Simple things.
silver snow, family. Simple things!
whirling like a ballet. She will have And whatever I have to do
Things my heart all of it! I'll do.
yearns to know. I will help her Simple how simple men
Find a way...
Anastasia!
