Lluvia Sobre Bagdad

Never could understand, never could choose, never anything
Surprised he looked, in the sky shining, a light.
Never saw it before, never felt its perfume before
A shooting star, an April afternoon and the rain.
Screams all around, bombs falling, like rain
Red blood once again, the sky dyed like a dream.
It's never too late he thought, the final minute always alone
A shooting star, an April afternoon and the rain.
Suddenly he saw himself, standing like a tree
He saw his face laughing, his head rolling, on the ground.
The clock stopped, stopped at 5:40
An April afternoon, a shooting star and the rain.