There was a pouring rain and we were loving each other
in the penthouses...
Through the window's sky
through the oval sky
the clouds were flowing, in March...
The room walls were
restless, under the chalk-made drawings
Our souls were dancing
invisible in a concrete world...
"The rain will fall on your wings" you were saying...
It's raining with balls on the globe and through time
"It's okay" I was telling you "lorelai"
"It's raining on my flight with feathers!"

There was a pouring rain and we were loving each other
in the penthouses...
Through the window's sky
through the oval sky
the clouds were flowing, in March...
And I was going higher and higher and I wasn't aware anymore
that I left my room somewhere in the world
you were calling me from behind:
"Answer me: what's more beautiful?
People? The rain?"

"The rain will fall on your wings" you were saying...
It's raining with balls on the globe and through time
"It's nothing, it's nothing" I was telling you "lorelai"
"It's raining on my flight with feathers!"
There was a pouring rain and we were loving each other
in the penthouses...
Through the window's sky
through the oval sky
the clouds were flowing, in March...