Hold my hand or I'm going to fall
Or, one by one, all the stars will fall
If I'm the poet, if you would know me
If you know that I'm scared of the rain
If you remember my eyes
Hold my hand or I'm going to fall
Or the rain will take me away, me...
If you hear a pit-a-pat at night
I'm running away from the rain in a hurry
I'm going by Seraglio Point
If it's evening, if it's september, if I'm soaked
If you see me maybe you could not figure out
You would get saddened, would cry on the quiet
If I'm lonely, If I'm wrong
Hold my hand or I'm going to fall
Or the rain will take me away, me...