Roses blooming again, ink on paper fading
Songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting
Tomorrow, he´ll come to me in his arms I´ll sleep
Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek
Snow falls on memories, photographs aging
Dust on forgotten dreams, silent storm raging
Tomorrow, he´ll come to me in his arms I´ll sleep
Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek
Tomorrow, tomorrow, there will always be
Tomorrow, tomorrow, waits for me . . .
Tomorrow, he´ll come to me in his arms I´ll sleep
Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek
Roses blooming again. Ink on paper fading
Songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting