In the night of times
I celebrated all songs with my ancestors,
In the rhythm that didin´t stop
We called for spirits of the waters...
and our hopes came from there
We looked at the sky with gratitude
Rain is falling
Falling on me
Rain is falling...
Rain is calling
...Calling me
Rain is calling...
There were tears and smiles
that are mixed with cries and shouts,
We were in the times
of true celestial union
...and our dreams came from there
We raised our hands in gratefulness...
Rain is falling
Falling on me
Rain is falling...
Rain is calling
...Calling me
Rain is calling...
With blindness of the soul
the man destroyed the divine celebrations...
Unhapply this is the way that they chose,
Who will cry for it´s mistakes?
...they never had to look again
at the sky for then I pray
Rain is falling
Falling on me
Rain is falling...
Rain is calling
...Calling me
Rain is calling...
