The rain falls calmly and sits on my two closed eyes.
Like an old radio, it makes me rest again.
Like an old radio, it makes me rest again.
The piano music I've heard since morning talk about those old things
as in my dreams again.
These cozy times that flow on their own speak as they whisper like my old picture and these dust like songs inside this dull sunlight fall asleep again like my old friend.
The rain falls calmly and sits on my two closed eyes.
Like an old radio, it makes me rest again.
The rain that's fallen since morning, becomes music
and like in my dream they talk about those old things.
These cozy times that flow on their own speak as they whisper like my old picture and these dust like songs inside this dull sunlight I fall asleep like my old friend.
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