When shall we three meet again,
in thunder,
lightning,
or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
when the battle's lost and won,
There will be there the set of sun.
Where the place upon the hills,
dare to meet with Macbeth, I come gray-naked.
The lights have gone down,
I've hidden my face
with my hands.
All
because of the rain,
Which falls from day to day.
The dreams are gone,
and I'm falling into the palm of my hand.
I've died in your arms last night,
And only now I feel like I know,
That these tears are falling,
They're falling down only because of us,
That I loved you enough.
God, I wish I wasn't so cruel,
Can you forgive me?
Please stay.
The wind carries silent candles,
The sky is floating,
our voice is whistling.
All because of the rain,
Which falls from day to day.
The dreams are gone,
and I'm falling into the palm of my hand.
I've died in your arms last night,
And only now I feel like I know,
That these tears are falling,
They're falling down only because of us,
That I loved you enough.
God, I wish I wasn't so cruel,
Can you forgive me?
Please stay.
Please stay.