It's my land, it's my rain
It's my desire to invent a slightly bluer sky
It's my people, it's my strength
I open the door and as in you are a gift
The water that falls, wets people
Who don't feel it, and don't realize that it's working
A new day, you feel alive
You find a smile and then at night it rains again
Oh mother I wake up scared
In the dark night crying alone
This dark rain wets the plain
Until spring
br/>The sun returns and a flower will be born
A hare runs, runs fast
The dog follows her, this weather does not forgive
But the plain is never tired
It is nature and me behind the white curtain
Oh mother I wake up scared
In the dark night crying alone
This dark rain wets the plain
Until spring
The sun returns and a flower will be born
...This dark rain wets the plain
Until spring
The sun returns and a flower will be born

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