Through the window of my eyes, I can see the rainy day
Sitting in the chair of my cool room, looking for a way to be the one I am
It's useless to cry for the things I once have known, thinking it will come back and reach my home
It's like a distant, like a distant face
It's like the shadow on my wall
Something that, that I cannot touch
A heavenly past that calls
The shelter of my mind hides my laugh and my tear
I keep on looking for a reason which is not here

Through the window of my eyes, I can see the rainy day
Sitting in the chair of my cool room, looking for a way to be the one I am
It's useless to cry for the things I once have known, thinking it will come back and reach my home