2020.11.15.
Rain
You are ill and you are singing,You are dying and you sing...
Its been nine days since it
rains... rains...
rains...
And the air is getting cold,
And the sky is getting dark,
and you, in all this ice, you die and sing, alone.
Who are you? You are a canary...
Who are you? You are The Love...
The Love, that even when dying sings new songs...
You are like a Lady,
singing a lullaby
for a little angel on a cross,
that wants to hear your voice,
this lonesome voice, that sings into the night...
And you, like a Saint, die all alone...
Who are you? You are a canary...
Who are you? You are The Love...
The Love, that even when dying sings new songs...
Oh Jesus, how it rains!