Because she has too many wounds,
hardly any real healing takes place anymore.
Robbed of her great treasures and strength,
abused between ice and feverish heat.
Always when water black and sky red.< br/>Again and again poison in the body, death on the skin.
And when the rain falls on us,
and the wind tells us about it,
Don't say you didn't know it ,
that no more wind turns for us,
that no one knows where we are going,
that we are standing in the last rain.
It was there before us, it will be after us be.
She is the reason for life and we are just mean.
Used of her kindness again and again,
oh, oh, when will she get revenge?
Oh, oh, she needs us not, she doesn't need us.
And if the rain falls on us,
and the wind tells us about it,
don't say you didn't know,
that there is no Wind turns more for us,
that no one knows where it's going,
that we're standing in the last rain.
Standing in the rain, standing in the rain,
that we're standing in the last rain .
Standing in the rain, standing in the rain,
that we are standing in the very last rain

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