when i was a child i like the flowers and the sunny days,
the green fields and the sandy beach,
the freedom of the body and the spirits;
but then came the rain and the dream was gone.
Then i was fourteen, the days were no sunny anymore,
the fields turn to deserts and the beach to wasteland,
and my spirit was aching in the prison of the body;
and then came the rain and the hope was gone.
No future any more.
No faith anymore.
Only rain and more rain
Ten years passed as the clouds before the sun,
there were no fields nor deserts nor flowers anymore,
and my spirit was as empty as my dreams were;
and then came the rain and my spirit sink in despair.
Now I’m thirty, the flowers are rotten and the sun is gone,
the fields are dry and the beach hidden by the see,
but soon my spirit claims for freedom and change,
and then came the rain but i fought against it.
And there will be no more pain
And there will be no despair,
And there will be no more rain