Cade La Pioggia
Negramaro
Where is the Rain
The rain falls and washes everything away
erasing even my own bones
the rain falls and everything collapses
and I slip on the dirty water
yes but what do you care and then
refresh yourself if you want
this same dirty rain of mine
tell me what's the point of staying far away in silence watching our passion die in a corner and it doesn't know about us... doesn't know about us
the rain falls and everything is silent
you see, I feel the peace too
the rain falls and this peace is just dirty water and ashes there's cold air around us hug me if you want
this same dirty rain of mine
tell me what's the point of staying far away in silence watching our passion die in a corner and tell me what's the point of hoping if it rains you don't feel the pain like this skin of mine that dies, changes color, changes the smell
you tell me what sense it makes now to cry, cry on me who can't defend this ugly, so dirty skin, as dirty as this dirty rain but you don't defend me now
you don't defend me now
you don't defend me rather turn to mud but come back and tell me what's the point of staying far away in silence watching our passion doesn't die, but changes color
make me hope that it rains and you even smell the scent of this skin of mine that white doesn't want color, doesn't want color
(Feat Jovanotti...)
My skin is blank paper for your story
you write the end
I'm ready
I don't want to stand on the threshold of our life
watching it end
clouds passing by and raining down like stones
and with each step we forget our steps
the road we've traveled together
throwing our seed on the stone
killing each other every night after anger
drops of warm rain on the sand
love, my love
this past passion like hunger to a lion
after devouring its prey, abandons the bones to the vultures
you don't remember but it was us
the two of us embraced standing in the rain
while everyone ran for shelter
and our love is gunpowder
the thunder is just a heartbeat
and the lightning illuminates without noise
and my skin is blank paper for your story
but you write the end
I'm ready
