Rain outside the window, and a tear on my cheek - Such a little drop of poison Thunder rumbles, the skies are raging And after a thunderstorm, there will always be coolness.
So the soul, tired of the heat, From thirst and excruciating heat, Such thunderstorms and rains are needed Otherwise, we will simply fail.
Yes, let a tear scratch my cheek With a salty and merciless dagger So the nerves get stronger and they won't cut it Their human unfaithful sting.