Голиков Александр

Every dream that I dream seems to float on by Like the fire in the wind, way up in the sky Every move that I'm making seems to be the wrong way Like a cold black night after a summer day What can I do? What can I do? Nothing the same as it used to be Nothing the same as it used to be What can I do? Used to play my guitar with a smile on my face Now everything's changed My whole life's rearranged From the end to the end