The whispers are going, following the wind
But they are not the same
Changing the pressure, blowing the ashes
Making a brand new day
Oooh summer rain
Oooh summer rain
The whispers turn up into a velvet mantle
Disturbing a layman
Crossing the river, focus on the shiver
Taking my soul off the land
Oooh summer rain
Oooh summer rain
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