Where do people go when it rains
A rain falls slowly
And your cheeks cry while laughing
Inside the dark
Noon
Vast bruises
Sink the sun
Crying trees clean the tar
Where do men go?
They run without seeing
They look for a house where
They can dry their feet
Where do people go when it rains?
There's always a place to end up
Sweet young lady
Sunken
In the waters of my pouring arm
I kiss a lot of rain in your smile
There's a cute and premature rainbow
In the fan of your grey eyelashes
Do you see those men?
They run without seeing
They look for a house where they can dry their feet
Where do people go when it rains?
Where do they go those without a place (to stay)?
Where do they go?
Where does the lady wearing burlap go?
Where does the rag and slum boy go?
And where the bottle prophets?
A chimney smokes its own peace
Over the terraces they will never be able
Let's go to the rain, sun girl
I see that everybody's running but not everybody goes
Where do people go when it rains?
Where do they go those who don't go?
Where do they go?