Dear old rain
My old rain Always do, my friend Thy old tales In your hands My dear old rain Freshen my hair Once again And again You witness the truer sides Of our days Dear old rain You understand Dear old rain Calm hearted strangers I see in your face In the eyes of my old friend
Dear old rain You are here once again You are near And always here More gentle still
The emptiness is one to handle Tight the ropes Ground and waver
Sound appearing to the human ear Spheres Music of the Spheres
Inherit solitude And dedicate the emptiness I decided nothing Yet still The sun Shines Dear father
Mama.
Sound appearing to the human ear Spheres Music of the Spheres
Strangeness in the veins So erruptive Disowns me In your eyes Only if You could see What is hidden From your sight