Oh-oh-oh, I’m coming home
A sunbeam racing through the unknown.
From sky to skin, I’m not alone —
You’re waiting there, and I’m almost known.
Oh-oh-oh, I break the grey,
A golden thread at the edge of day.
One touch, one breath, you wake and say:
“Good morning, love — you found your way!”

Ну а что грустить то?
Танцуем!