Far in the street with no name under a lie in bloom I fail to see her toward with my cry again Until the end of her time She sews a dress of blame thread is a veil of her smile drowned in time I can still feel lips on my lips Fingers on fingers The smiling corpse of faith O please she can even leave me The heaven falls but still with dry I try to save just a pale smile Pictures of a doomed life just silent film of blame Alone with a small knife, she writes a swan of purple rain Nazi pose of a tragedy blonde girl Girl love of dressed pearl and white cluster Clumsy sight of a rainy falling boy He love her strike love joy by, but he fails again Far in the street with no name Under a weeping Moon I fail to see her tuned with my cry again Until the end of my life, I sew a dress of hope Thread is a sight lost in your life of purple rain Iron bed stead, the light, the blame The sign of knife, the game ANIA sleeps away, wet of a kiss I swear Sleep of throns I spy Tired on a rainy sea Scent of tragic fail Bent of doing love And if you meet her in the street oh please love her the best you can That girl That girl The light, the night of Rome The body dressed of guilty rain That girl That girl Fail another, fail I dare In the coldest day Through the mess of spring Does she knows why I cried? I could never turn to the lie in bloom Under a blazing Sun In your street