Description: Foje - The Flowing river 1996m. And we never know that we know so much And we never dearth all these things to touch And we never dream always dreams to dream Cause we never talk seems we always scream But the River flows The River flows The River flows I forgot myself I forgot what's right And there's nothing new in the air tonight And there's nothing young in the young man's space And there's no one left who could win the race But the River flows The River flows The River flows