The Vienna Symphonic Orchestra - Kyrie (Mr. Mister)

The wind blows hard against this mountain side * Across the sea into my soul * It reaches into where I cannot hide * Setting my feet upon the road * ______________________________ My heart is old it holds my memories My baby burns agem like flame Somewhere between the soul and soft machine Is where I find myself again *CHORUS* Родная школа Всех нас научила жизни Родная школа Благодарны мы всегда Родная школа МЫ пробыли тут всё детство Родная школа Не забудем никогда When I was young I thought of growing old Of what my life would mean to me Would I have followed down my chosen road Or only wished what I could be Oh...Oh...Oh Oh...Oh...Oh Oh...Oh...Oh Oh...Oh...Oh (repeat to end)