The rain do not stopping,
Falls weak by weak.
The soul is sleeping,
In mind cold leak.
The weather sneering,
For more and more.
For rain we wearing,
The skin and shoes.
Till what it will going?
When sun arise?
The sky`s tears dropping
And turning (to) ice
The goddess crying,
In blessed land.
What is cry about?
Will be the end?
The rain do not stopping...
© Copyright: Romualdas Arm, 2003
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