In any time, in any other placeWhere you can sing a lullabyThe rain falls so slowly in the morningThat yesterday's things will be the things of the following nightAnd the time is the same, the same and always absurdThat being the slow pace, the time is the same placeBeing here to remember the peopleI don't hear the rain falling, nor the cold wind blowingThere are so many dreams in the morningTo remember how the night is stillSo awake in meWith a whistle in your earA lullabyLullabyLullabyLullaby
