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!