She woke up at midnight to look
if in the reflection of water she could find
that smile that one day left,
and, for a second skin, she wore loneliness.
She looked for an answer in the wind
while the sea wrapped around her
She asked her star for help,
but it abandoned her,
because she forgot to cry.
Crying is purging the sorrow,
dehydrating all the fear within
it's to sweat the angst that fills you
it's raining sadness to be happy again.
Crying is purging the sorrow,
dehydrating all the fear within
it's to sweat the angst that fills you
it's raining sadness to be happy again.
Close your eyes, open your heart,
and learn to see with the eyes of the soul -she heard-
The wind said, a flower said,
with the cadence of a whisper of love.
Set your ghosts free,
the ones that make kisses bitter and give,
in exchange for your silence,
a collection of anxiety,
mutilated Peace.
Crying is purging the sorrow,
dehydrating all the fear within
it's to sweat the angst that fills you
it's raining sadness to be happy again.
Crying is purging the sorrow,
dehydrating all the fear within
it's to sweat the angst that fills you.
Listen, I'm Gaia!
Don't castrate your rage!
Let your soul spit the pain!
Let sadness rain when you cry,
and let bitterness quench its thirst.
Tears are the soap
that washes the grief off your skin.
Crying is purging the sorrow,
dehydrating all the fear within
it's to sweat the angst that fills you
it's raining sadness to be happy again.
Crying is purging the sorrow,
dehydrating all the fear within
it's to sweat the angst that fills you
it's raining sadness to be happy again.
Crying is purging the sorrow,
dehydrating all the fear within
it's to sweat the angst that fills you.
Listen, I'm Gaia!
Don't castrate your rage!
Let your soul spit the pain!
Here's a rough translation:
The Poem of the Sad Rain
She woke up at midnight to look if in the reflection of water she could find that smile that one day left, and, for a second skin, she wore loneliness.
She looked for an answer in the wind while the sea wrapped around her She asked her star for help, but it abandoned her, because she forgot to cry.
Crying is purging the sorrow, dehydrating all the fear within it's to sweat the angst that fills you it's raining sadness to be happy again.
Crying is purging the sorrow, dehydrating all the fear within it's to sweat the angst that fills you it's raining sadness to be happy again.
Close your eyes, open your heart, and learn to see with the eyes of the soul -she heard- The wind said, a flower said, with the cadence of a whisper of love.
Set your ghosts free, the ones that make kisses bitter and give, in exchange for your silence, a collection of anxiety, mutilated Peace.
Crying is purging the sorrow, dehydrating all the fear within it's to sweat the angst that fills you it's raining sadness to be happy again.
Crying is purging the sorrow, dehydrating all the fear within it's to sweat the angst that fills you. Listen, I'm Gaia! Don't castrate your rage! Let your soul spit the pain!
Let sadness rain when you cry, and let bitterness quench its thirst. Tears are the soap that washes the grief off your skin.
Crying is purging the sorrow, dehydrating all the fear within it's to sweat the angst that fills you it's raining sadness to be happy again.
Crying is purging the sorrow, dehydrating all the fear within it's to sweat the angst that fills you it's raining sadness to be happy again.
Crying is purging the sorrow, dehydrating all the fear within it's to sweat the angst that fills you. Listen, I'm Gaia! Don't castrate your rage! Let your soul spit the pain!