Every Day
Music by Konstantin Meladze
Words by Alexey Krusin
EVERY MORNING WITH THE RISING SUN
I WILL WAKE YOU UP
LIKE A RAY OF LIGHT
EVERY EVENING WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN
I WILL BE YOUR ONLY ONE
AND THIS SONG IS GUST ANOTHER
HUNDRED MOMENTS OF MY LOVE
EVERY DAY'S A NEW BEGINNING
EVERY DAY I'LL FIND SOME WORDS YOU WANT TO HEAR
EVERY DAY I'LL FIND A MEANING
FOR AS LONG AS YOU ARE HERE
EVERY WINTER I WILL KEEP YOU WARM
I WILL BE YOUR HOME IN THE HEART OF STORM
EVERY SUMMER I WILL HOLD YOUR HAND
JUST TO BE YOUR WONDERLAND
AND THIS SONG IS GUST ANOTHER
HUNDRED MOMENTS OF MY LOVE
EVERY DAY'S A NEW BEGINNING
EVERY DAY I'LL FIND SOME WORDS YOU WANT TO HEAR
EVERY DAY I'LL FIND A MEANING
FOR AS LONG AS YOU ARE HERE
AND THIS SONG IS GUST ANOTHER
HUNDRED MOMENTS OF MY LOVE
EVERY DAY'S A NEW BEGINNING
EVERY DAY I'LL FIND SOME WORDS YOU WANT TO HEAR
EVERY DAY I'LL FIND A MEANING
FOR AS LONG AS YOU ARE HERE
EVERY DAY'S A NEW BEGINNING
EVERY DAY I'LL FIND SOME WORDS YOU WANT TO HEAR
EVERY DAY I'LL FIND A MEANING
FOR AS LONG AS YOU ARE HERE
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