The old well-known
Downpour, my faithful guide
That I’ve denied for so long
And from which I no longer wanna hide

Each drop
Each tear
Reminding me of the facts
The way I got here

Each drop
Each stumble
Warning me about the way
I’ve dealt with this trouble

The rain of yesterday
Maybe it wasn’t only sorrow
It can become the trigger
Of the alchemy of tomorrow

The rain of yesterday
Maybe it wasn’t only sorrow
It can become the trigger
Of the alchemy of tomorrow

An old feeling
A new intent
Accepting as a gift
From an eternal friend

Now look at me
Survivor and reborn
Just when I was sure
It wouldn’t let me breathe no more

The rain of yesterday
Maybe it wasn’t only sorrow
It can become the trigger
Of the alchemy of tomorrow

The rain of yesterday
Maybe it wasn’t only sorrow
It can become the trigger
Of the alchemy of tomorrow

The rain of yesterday
Maybe it wasn’t only sorrow
It can become the trigger
Of the alchemy of tomorrow

The pain of not so long ago
It was not in vain
The trigger, it became
Of the alchemy of today

It was not in vain
Not in vain
It was not in vain
Not in vain