The rain kiss the flowers in the fields,
the dew touches wearily,
having thrown a wet veil,
The rain kiss the flowers in the fields.
And the rain is water, a mute lie
and the sun somewhere was missing,
The rain kiss the flowers in the fields,
the dew touches wearily.
And the rain is water, a holy lie.
and it will not replace the sun light,
Stand before the sky on your knees,
And the rain is water, a holy lie.
And you do not understand where is the tenderness,
the sunset lays a shadow stubbornly,
And the rain is water, a holy lie,
and it will not replace the sun light.
