I would sing to you from the moon, I would sing to you from the clouds, I would sing to you to bring the abuse of color, and to tell you what would have to be, that no, you didn't come anymore. And I will sing of sadness, to look for my soul in the sea, just because I was too honest and I hurt too much. I liked it when it was cold, my heart was cold and my soul was bored. I look back where I've been. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of rain. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of rain. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of rain. Let me, let me develop, my thought to engage, to suit me, until I pass you, until you find me. And I will sing of sadness, to look for my soul in the sea, just because I was too honest and I hurt too much. I liked it when it was cold, my heart was cold and my soul was bored. I look back where I've been. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of rain. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of rain. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of rain. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of rain. In the sea of rain.