Valeriy Mozgovoy - Sunday stranger

half awake
the city sleeps
on a quiet sunday
dark and deep
footsteps echo
no one knows
where the
Soft as whispers in the night
Just when I had given up
A flicker turned to flame
Was it love
I wanna feel your breath on mine
Trace the stars we leave behind
Let me stay here, till the dawn
On this road, where we were drawn