Ty Kroll - Rain - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain 
 On this bleak hut, solitude, and me 
 Rememb'ring again that I shall die 
 And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks 
 For washing me cleaner than I have been 
 Since I was born in to this solitude. 
 Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: 
 But here I pray that none whom once I loved 
 Is dying tonight or lying still awake 
 Solitary, listening to the rain,
 Either in pain or thus in sympathy 
 Helpless among the living and the dead,
 Like a cold water among broken reeds, 
 Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff, 
 Like me who have no love which this wild rain 
 Has not dissolved except the love of death, 
 If love it be towards what is perfect and 
 Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint. 
 midnight rain, 
 nothing but the wild rain.