I shake your thoughts
like the wind with the harvests,
disjointed sometimes,
moisted paths
of rain and worries
in searching for
and cherish in heart
any mark of tricks.
It rains
and for the very reason that it rains
i would like to be with you.
I wish you were here
listening to the drops
banging against the glasses
and to the world that outside
has fallen asleep for a little bit.
We could cling one to the other
and would feel our warm,
we would let running the hours
and the shower goin on.
My little child i need you
as a father needs a son
as a brot
Rain in the wood
rain in the wood
today i don't want to die.
I have to sleep 'cause my mind goes high.
The moon is up trought the clouds
the sun goes down
from the hell to the sky.
right, it's raining good
it's raining in the wood.
Nothing else i will search for today
i'm just happy losing my way.
A soldier goes for a battle
no hope and no future but he'll die as a patriot.
Go up your stairs
clasping those pages
source of relief
your only strength.
Why of those shows
that once burned your soul
all that remains are
bills on the wall.
If I’ll find a country when the sky is forever blue
I’ll rejoice
If I’ll find a land when the clouds never cover the sun
I’ll rejoice
If I’ll find a nation when the rain is not so cold
I’ll rejoice
If i’ll find a place when the pain is not so hard
I’ll rejoice
if I’ll find a place where the people always smile
I’ll rejoice
If one day, but when will be this
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