Cause I was sad, the night was high,
the moon was purely white,
your eyes were crying, couldn’t
stop their storm. And it began
to rain: the clouds were grey and
full of sadness, their thoughts were
mine. I had to leave, I had to
go to war, to kill, to wound, to die,
to run in hell without my love. I
had to leave you to another one. It
rained that night – the mud was
golden, moisture was the king
of land. Cause you were broken
in two small pieces, like heart
which left from near you. Remember,
but, that I will not forget you,
your soul will always be in me.
The rain will be named as „theft”
because it rained all night the
day I left.