The drops are drumming on the roofs of houses,
one after the other before they fall
they dance the cha-chu with the rumba.
The sparrows huddle
wait in the crowns of the trees< br/>while the time is up, the breath stops.
Ref.: Only you and I in the city puddles,
only you and I, who dry them up,
only you and I, wet wanderers
in the rhythm of the rain and even the drops are singers.
Klip - klap, klip-klap klop.....
I am enjoying à Summer shower from heavy clouds,
the air is cooled, steam rises like from waterfalls,
in the distance you can see dogs and their fight
for scraps from the baskets.< br/>The city without people belongs only to us.
Ref.: Only you and I in the city of puddles,
only you and I who dry them up,
only you and me , wet wanderers
in the rhythm of the rain, even the drops are singing.
Klip - klap, klip-klap klop.....
Drops drum on the roofs of houses,
one after another,
the city without wonder belongs only to us.
Ref.: Only you and I in the city puddles,
only you and I who dry them up,< br/>only you and me, wet wanderers
in the rhythm of the rain, even the drops are singers.
Click - click, click - click, click - click....

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