In any time, in any other place
Where you can sing a lullaby
The rain falls so slowly in the morning
That yesterday's things will be the things of the following night
And the time is the same, the same and always absurd
That being the slow pace, the time is the same place
Being here to remember the people
I don't hear the rain falling, nor the cold wind blowing
There are so many dreams in the morning
To remember how the night is still
So awake in me
With a whistle in your ear
A lullaby
Lullaby
Lullaby
Lullaby
