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