It’s raining outside,
it rains inside.

It rains on this thirsty heart.

My tears roll down the empty boulevards,
tired, lost, dazed…

It rains on this wounded soul.

Your pride wanders in the corner of laziness,
arrogant, vain, full of insidiousness.

It rains on this misunderstood essence.

It’s raining outside,
it rains inside…
Only the salt will heal
what already died.