Let it rain to the end of the world,
let it cry until the clouds get dry.
Sometimes we have to let it all go,
sometimes it is the only way out.
Hurricanes and tornadoes around,
thunderballs take the summer by storm.
Let it hit, let it rule - let it die,
that's how our hooray will be born.
There's no place to escape from this hell,
there's no chance to survive - there's no way -
the rain's falling on us, night and day,
or it is something more than the rain?
Heavens they have been crying all month,
maybe over a life someone's lost,
maybe someone has died well too young,
maybe it was something even worse...
Heavens they have been crying it out
all its tears, then its eyes, then its heart.
Sometimes speechless we are when life clouts,
our planet is a house of cards.
On the chair your wet coat, your wet coat,
my wet hat on the table, my hat.
Our old boat is drifting ashore
with the sail by the wind torn away.
But this land meant to be our land
and this weather is us - our part.
Let's unite and let's fight and let's mend
all those sails which have been tore apart.
Let it rain to the end of the world,
let it cry till the tears get dry.
Sometimes we have to let it all go,
sometimes it is the only way out.
Let it do it all over again,
let it hit, let it rule, let it die!
We are scared, we are tattered and torn!
We'll be safe - it's a matter of time.