I like the colours of the fall
When there's no need to paint at all,
When there's a smell of coming rain
And when I fall in love again.
The wind is blowing from the North
And I will open all the doors,
And when I run to catch my hope,
All that I'll get is one small drop.
And people tell me that's in vain
And I can seem to be insane,
But what for me this drop is dear,
Nobody knows it's angel's tear.