Kiša [Z'naab] [English translation]

You saw the sings that foretell the rain

Flies that rush into the room

Winds breathing under the door

Water drawing stains over the ceiling

Clouds always knew who to team with

You wondered will it rain or not

It looks like there will be

This rain will not get tired

It won't, until the tides get high

If only your house could sail

To take you faraway across the sea

Into the custom-made distances

Where there is not one manly soul

That can let you down

You said: "Rain, what are you doing in my house?

What else can I learn from you?

How to fall down without making a sound?"

"Sadness, you have your work cut out for you...

If I forgive him, what will be left?

How will I be able to look myself in the eyes?

Sadness, don't, don't find me!"

If years could be cut in half

You would be the first one to untie the ropes

If the heart could love again

Oh, it will once when it will be its time

And like a thumb peaking out of a sock

Someone will show up to turn those

Dry branches into flowers

You said: "Rain, what are you doing in my house?

What else can I learn from you?

How to fall down without making a sound?"

"Doubt, you have your work cut out for you...

If I forgive him, what will be left?

How will I be able to look myself in the eyes?

Sadness, don't, don't find me!"