With a light step, ciao.
Ciao.
And immediately picking up the pace, ciao.
Ciao.
The thunder
rumbles like a LION's roar,
prompting
a dispersal-
What's going on?
That's right...
It's gonna rain.
I really hate the rain. Ciao.
Ciao.
Still, I want to stay just a little more. Ciao.
Ciao.
My feelings
are changing from pleasantness to dissolution, and
the LION
is hurrying me towards that moment-it's
obvious, No! Annoying.
It's gonna rain!
(Has the rain already) erased his ALIBI?
(Has he already) completely forgotten about me?
(Is this all) the two of us will become?
Let's make all of this the rain's fault.
And as for word from him, there's nothing.
Nothing.
The lesson learned from the rain is also nothing.
Nothing.
If my feelings
were, like the weather in ENGLAND,
changeable,
then it would be a
real relief...but it's the opposite.
It's gonna rain!
(The rain has) made the heat return.
(And he has) suddenly remembered me.
(The two of us were) guided to here, now.
It's all the rain's fault, Uh-uh, it's thanks to it.
(The rain calls people) and makes them disappear,
(a MAGICIAN more) formidable than anyone.
(As always, we are) merely fooling each other.
I think it all started with the rain...
It's gonna rain!
It's gonna rain!
It's gonna rain!