It's already 3,
to kill time I have a coffee,
I'm going to read a whole newspaper,
even in French.
I do not even want to think
that we are going to see today.
I see you arrive,
I was late, here is no where to park,
The same old excuse, you were never very punctual.
Life changed us
and everything remains the same.
Rains,
outside the sun comes out and it rains inside,
my soul hurts when I think of you,
it does not matter if the sun rises in the street,
if it rains inside my heart.
And here you see me,
telling you my story over and over again,
the same melody that I sang to you one day.
What more can I say,
that you do not know anymore?
It's already 6,
I'm still surprised at how good you look,
I was so afraid of being stupid,
Maybe there is someone else,
I did not ask you.
But here it rains,
outside the sun comes out and it rains inside,
my soul rains when I think of you,
it does not matter if the sun rises in the street,
if it rains inside my heart.
And so you go,
and in that hug I feel that you also love me,
I wish I did not have to say goodbye to you one more time,
Because it can not be,
because today it rains again.
But here it rains,
outside the sun comes out and it rains inside,
my soul hurts when I think of you,
it does not matter if the sun rises in the street,
if it rains inside my heart.
It does not matter if the sun rises in the street,
if it rains inside your heart.
Bye...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)