מרתון על רגליים שבורות

Last night, I dreamt

That somebody loved me

No hope, no harm

Just another false alarm.

Last night I felt

Real arms around me

No hope, no harm

Just another false alarm.

So, tell me how long

Before the last one?

And tell me how long

Before the right one?

The story is old, you know

But it goes on

The story is old, you know

But it goes on...