I see the rainbow
when it breaks through the clouds
The leaves blow by in the wind
in a young cold world
Almost unrecognized,
a shadow grazes the symphony ¹
When the mist lifts off the ground
he grinds his melody ²
I watch him
With his grind organ in hand,
he grinds his melody
Lifeless and without purpose,
always the same old song
Only the old men listen to him
Lifeless and without purpose,
he grinds his own melody³
I see strange looks
which look away in disgust
just in the excuse of time,⁴
just restlessly moving on
His empty look tells of the fall
so strong as no other
When the mist lifts off the ground
he grinds his melody
I watch him
With his grind organ in hand,
he grinds his melody
Lifeless and without purpose,
always the same old song
Only the old men listen to him
Lifeless and without purpose,
he grinds his own melody
Always the same old song
Only the old men listen to him
Lifeless and without purpose,
he grinds his own melody
I see the rainbow
when it breaks through the clouds