It rains so heavy the windows
And in my soul is dark and cold,
A lonely teardrop slowly grows
Beneath my eyelash sad and old.

I watch the drops touching the earth,
I hear their scream when they are dying
All I can see is rain and dirt
That stopped all of my dreams from flying.

My life is grey, my song is sick
No light embrace my feelings
The string of life is old and thick
And soon I’ll leave my earnings…