The Rain
Nobody is here.
When I‘m looking out of the window,
I can see the raindrops falling down earth.
Nobody stays here
When I‘m looking out of the window
I can see the night sky without stars
Nobody lives here,
When I‘m looking out of the window.
I can see the clouds, who let me see just the shape of the moon.
The rain, it‘s still falling, isn‘t it?
My dad is gone since yesterday.
But I don‘t miss him.
The rain is still falling, isn‘t it?
My mom is gone since she gave birth to me.
But I just don‘t care.
The rain is still falling, isn‘t it?
The devil is still here in the room with me.
But they called me devil too, so it‘s okay.
I don‘t like the rain,
It‘s too wet and cold.
You‘re captured by your own home.
I don‘t like the rain
It hurts on your skin.
And it seems like it would never stop.
I don‘t like the rain.
But if I never step outside,
I‘ll be a prisoner for ever.
And that I can show it to the world.
To my mom and my dad,
To everyone else.
That I just don‘t care for them
I have to step outside,
step outside again
