I am just cold November rain.
Knock at the window's broken glass.
Can't see your tears, can't feel your pain,
Can't say you any words at last.
My drops can't get yor fingers warm,
Can't stop the arrow on the clock,
Can't make your losted hope return
Can't see your tears, can't feel your pain
Insensible November rain.
Knock
Knock
Knock...
November rain
© Copyright: Легенда Осень, 2006
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