April by Irene Flaming

'April'

You called me in the night 
Whispering my name
I heared you with my heart
And I hold you in my dreams
Hating these long miles between us 

You are going mad in your room alone
You need to be with me 
And I can’t stand it anymore, I belong to you
So take me home 

With a mild wind of the April’s night 
Your calling flew to me 
Then I found myself crying, 
coz you’re far away from me 
We’re apart oh in this April’s night 
But together in our dreams
You will hear my heart is calling you 
With a rush of April’s wind 

I’m calling you in the night
Imagining you are here
And lying near me
And you feel being apart 
Is very soar and hard
Its breaking our hearts 

With a mild wind of the April’s night 
Your calling flew to me 
Then I found myself crying, 
coz you’re far away from me 
We’re apart oh in this April’s night 
But together in our dreams
You will hear my heart is calling you 
With a rush of April’s wind 

Its higher than true love 
They’re more than lovers 
And oh they both die
Of the broken heart that night 
Of April

• Rock
• composer
• piano rock
• singer-songwriter
• Moscow