Alone again in this stone of a cell
These four walls I called home
Humidity is rising inside my room
I am going out for a quick smoke
My hiding place at the rooftop
Where no one can see me in the dark
The rain suddenly pouring hard
Humid, no air, not even a breeze
Still hot and yet it is raining hard
Out of nowhere you appear to me
In the dark as black as a raving crow
Standing before me, with a rustic voice
"I am going to take you in the rain."
As the rain keeps pouring hard on us
Like a storm is coming and this is how
A big storm showing his powerful one
Suddenly the rain totally stops like it
Hasn't rained, not even a drizzle
Only wet pavements remain
All of this happens as the rain pouring
After four sticks of cigarettes smoking
At the darkest corner of the rooftop
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