We used to carenBut things have changednWhere joy should reignnPainted lines on your facenTo grasp your gaze restrainednSo tranquil the outside rainnnStillborn, my childnUnderneath the skull of nightnThe cold has a voicenThe one that made me so oldnAnd sweet determinationnThat versatile thingnIt's not consolationnYou are here to learnnnWe were born in this townnWhere we cherished quiet rainnnStories everywherenLives were sculpted herennIn this town where few know lovenOur communality once so strongnThings here have changednIt airs no need to holdnnI would like to meet the villain somewherenHe who tore apartnBurn his eyes with firenAnd then step back, fall into peacennAnd watch the silver rainnThe tranquil silver rain