A huge sea of u200bu200broofs
In a desert made entirely of stone,
In which you can live or die
And be a little happy.
All the streets, all the houses,
All the stairs and all the doors,
I was never really interested in
Where they actually lead.
I'm just waiting for the rain,
Which will make the rivers overflow
And finally wash away the rubbish from this city.
Which will wash away the falsehood and intrigue
And the Hypocrisy that drags us down every day.
Waiting for the rain,
Which splashes away all the dirt,
Which sits in my street and my apartment
And sits in my soul.