My memory is not stinging me any more,
My thoughts are not slapping me on the wrists,
I'm seeing you off to the far land.
You are a migratory bird,
You are seeking happiness while on the move,
You come back to say good bye and leave again.
Summer rain, summer rain
Has started early today,
Summer rain, summer rain
Will wash the wound of my soul.
Him and I, we will stay together by the window for a while
And share a sadness.
Summer rain, summer rain
Is whispering to me so easily and simply
That you'll come back, you'll come back,
You will come back but it will be too late.
Untimeliness is the eternal drama,
In which there is a He and a She.
Soon I'll stop seeing you in my sleep, and afterwards
My burnt out (cold) house will become alight with a new dream again.
Someday you'll understand that one doesn't leave love in order to look for another love,
But now you can't hear me
And there is no way to bring you back.
Summer rain, summer rain
Has started early today,
Summer rain, summer rain
Will wash the wound of my soul.
Him and I, we will stay together by the window for a while
And share a sadness.
Summer rain, summer rain
Is whispering to me so easily and simply
That you'll come back, you'll come back,
You will come back but it will be too late.
Untimeliness is the eternal drama,
In which there is a He and a She.