It is raining, my son.
The Autumn is wet and like wet eyes, it is deceived by love.
Go and close the window and the door,
And come sit infront of me within the eminent silence.
It is raining, my son
Sometimes it also rains within your heart.
Your heart catches cold and you begin to shiver
Thinking of the bright sun of the past.
Beneath a door and a blocked destiny,
You are crying , my son ?? within the dark suddenly
Heavy tears drop down your eyes
Shed the never ending tears of innocence,
Shed tears innocently, my poor ignorant son,
Poor prey of life, keep crying so that you become a man!
