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!