Show me how to make it

Stand by me
Nobody knows
The way is coming to me

I stay with you
All the world knows
That I feel the future is coming

The sun will rise
And we'll repeat the rain
Rain of pain, pain of love

You told me hang out with her
Show me how to make it
I'm bored of this life
But for you I will try

The night is here
And please, leave me
A world is falling
My soul is dying

 

Hermosa melancolía destilan tus versos, estos son mis preferidos, creo que son el alma del poema.

The sun will rise
And we'll repeat the rain
Rain of pain, pain of love

Saludos cordiales.
Jazmín

 

Your romantic poem with a good touch of spite, dear friend and poet Israel, is full of paradoxes.
Nothing it can be do: So love is!

With my congratulations, a big and fraternal hug,

Ulpiano

 

I'll take the rain in any form it can come in, in your pain and that's ok.
It was a pleasure reading your inspiration.