What happened to the rain
that yesterday fell?
The sun brought it high,
beyond the hills.

Next winter, it will fall
and will be snow,
but this night
wetted my dreams.

Yet I don't know
where it will fall
neither I know
where the dream's gone.
How can I meet again
the rain
that yesterday fell?

Each drop is a breath
in the winter.
Each breath is a drop
in my dreams.