the rain is falling down

The rain is falling down and it washes everything away, 
it cancels my own bones. 
The rain is falling down and everything falls down 
and I slip on dirty water. 
Yes, but what do you care, 
refresh yourself if you want 
my own dirty rain. 
Tell me what is good for 

standing far away in silence and look at 
our passion that dies in a corner and 
does not know about us, 
does not know about us, 
does not know about us.

 
The rain is falling down and everything is quiet:
you see, I feel the peace too. 
The rain is falling down, and this peace 
is just dirty water and live coal.
There is cold air all around us, 
hug me if you want 
my own dirty rain. 
Tell me what is good for 

standing far away in silence and look at 
our passion that dies in a corner.
And tell me what is good for 

hoping if it rains and one does not feel pain 
as my skin which is dying, 
that changes color, 
that changes its smell.

 
Tell me what is the meaning of

crying now,
crying against me, 
who I'm not able to defend my ugly skin 
so dirty, 
very dirty, 
how dirty is 
this dirty dirty rain.

 
Yes, but do not defend me now,
do not defend me now,
do not defend me, 
rather come back as mud, yes, but come back. 
Tell me what is good for 

standing far away in silence and look at 
our passion that does not die, 
but changes color. 
Let me hope 
that it rains and you feel as well the smell 
of this my skin, that is white 
and does not want the color, 
does not want the color, 
no... 
no... 

My skin is white paper for your story: 
write the end, 
I am ready. 
I do not want to stand on the door of our lives, 
see that it is over. 
Clouds which pass by and dump rain as stones 
and at each step we forget our steps, 
the way along which we walked together 
throwing our seed on stone. 

Warm drops of rain on the sand
killing us every night after the anger. 
Love, my love, 
this passion over as the hunger of a lion 
after it has devoured its prey and has left the bones to the vultures, 
you do not remember us, but we were the ones
embracing each other still in the rain 
while all the others ran away looking for shelter.
And our love is gunpowder, 
the thunder is only a heart beat 
and the light flashes without noise. 
And my skin is white paper for your story, 
but write the end: 
I am ready.