Little dream of my life,

today I want to cry.

I want to do a special thing,

to feel only my thought.

Light, i need the light of the dream,

God, I need my sure castle, and dry:



THE BLACK RAIN!



But I'm feeling the darkness,

in expectation of the truth;

maybe this is the faith of the men,

so we are still here.

Light, I need the light of the dream,

God, I need my sure castle, and dry...



THE BLACK RAIN!