I was the man who loved the rain
I lay enjoying your flow
There among your waves there is a sweet perfume
If I smell it among people it still burns inside me
/>That rain is strong, that rain is hot
You fell in the summer refreshing my heart
Now dry and devoid of warmth
You made ice on yourself by not letting me see
The resentment distorted my pain
Lashed by your winds, imbued with your flavour
I was agitated to save us from the end
The storm shouts, the storm shouts
Of the love for the rain and of innocence
Of a different past, of ardor
Of time that fades the pain
You cried, drops swollen with light on my face
Lying down we screamed our dreams into the night
br/>And the moon devoured the filthy things
Erasing us in the eternity of time and forever
It was the story of the man who loved the rain
What time trembles if the sky is tinged with grey
He invents new names for the flowers that bloom
He plays at life, disguises himself and laughs
Of a past immersed in the ardor of time that fades the pain
The storm shouts , the storm screams
Of the love for the rain and of innocence
Of a different past, of the ardor
Of the time that fades the pain
When he closes his eyes to the world
You will continue to fall in infinite ways
You will still wet its tired bones
Damp with crystalline and unlived dreams
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