Can't you see the storm is coming?
The pouring rain is near.
My sun was stolen,
a loud thunder is all I hear.

This dark cloud
is approaching me.
It's giving me a sign,
the storm is being formed by my tear.

So here I am, waiting for the disaster.
This is in my nature.
Look, the rain is coming even faster.
It will drown me, I'm a failure.

It's starting, raindrops on my window,
waterfalls in my soul.
All i see is my reflection in the mirror.
These waves are making me fall.