Il pleut

It's raining
The sad little seeds
Like huge mushrooms
Pop out one by one from the houses
It's raining
And the whole city is soaked
The houses have caught a cold
The gutters are dripping
It's raining
Like they're called by a signal
The birds are leaving the sky
Clouds and wolves
The windows, with a tear in their eye
All seem to be in mourning
For the good days
It's raining
And you can hear the splashes
The city has lost its harmony
Lonely, the streets are bored
It's raining...

I listen
As it drips
The rain that disgusts me
On the paths of the roads
And everywhere around
The drops
That don't care
Probably don't know
That my heart is in disarray
Having lost its love...

It's raining
The seeds, sad little companions
Like huge mushrooms
Pop out one by one from the houses
It's raining
And the whole city is soaked
The houses have caught a cold
The gutters are dripping
It's raining
Nature is burdened with troubles
Up above everything is dressed in gray
The sky is sulking
Nose pressed against the window
I wait, letting the flow of my tears run
It's raining

In my heart with lost dreams
On my love like in the street
And on my pain with no way out
It's raining...