More songs by Stanisław Soyka
Description
Grey days drag on one after another, as if they lost their color along with her footsteps. Time slips through my fingers like a dream, and only my memory clings to an image that will never return. In my heart there is silence with a hint of loneliness, and ahead of me lies a road that I will have to walk alone, even if everything inside me still calls me back.
Composer: Czesław Nieman.
Author: Franciszek Walicki.
Author: Jacek Gran