onacarom
Member
In the Night of my Soul
It rains, it rains
in the night of my soul
while the hours walk
lost in the distance
It rains, it rains
on my eyes
on my face
a water of salt and almonds
that transforms me
into nostalgia
and under that rain
the shadows are not longer shadows
but pools that fill up
with the echoes, echoes, echoes
of my childhood
echoes, echoes, echoes, echoes,
It rains life
it rains crying
it rains rains rains
seas of words that are nothing today
it rains rains rains
in the kisses that I gave
It rains, it rains
in the night of my soul
while the hours walk
lost in the distance
It rains, it rains
on my eyes
on my face
a water of salt and almonds
that transforms me
into nostalgia
and under that rain
the shadows are not longer shadows
but pools that fill up
with the echoes, echoes, echoes
of my childhood
echoes, echoes, echoes, echoes,
It rains life
it rains crying
it rains rains rains
seas of words that are nothing today
it rains rains rains
in the kisses that I gave