A Mi La Lluvia
Antonio Birabent
To Me The Rain
The rain doesn't inspire me,
Nor does it lead me to a way out,
And the words don't come out
And it lifts me up
And not to me, not to me, not to me
And if I get wet, I don't find myself,
And I'm just wet,
Bored and bitter.
And the rain is a hell, and not to me, not to me
And my head is flooded with questions
of second that take over me,
They kick me and drown me
And not to me, not to me, not to me...
The rain, the rain doesn't inspire me,
And it doesn't take me, doesn't take me to a way out,
So don't invite me to your house to get wet,
In your humid imagination.
The rain, the rain doesn't inspire me,
And it doesn't take me, doesn't take me to a way out,
So don't invite me to your house to get wet.
I don't want to bathe.
In your humid imagination.
The rain, the rain doesn't inspire me,
And it doesn't take me, doesn't take me to a way out.
And if I get wet, I don't find myself,
And I'm just wet, bored and bitter.
And the rain is a hell, and not to me, not to me...
And my head is flooded with questions
of second that take over me,
They kick me and drown me
And not to me, not to me, not to me...
The rain, the rain
