Rain Again

This night it rained again,
with memories that may be wound in the liver,
wounds should be treated,
I hope that nothing ever happened,

I remember when my father went and we started kelapran,
not unusual for me to live on the streets,
at the moment I do not understand the meaning of a divorce,
to destroy all the wonderful things that once I had,

current fair when I envy you guys who live happily in a house thanks to the beautiful susana,
things that I always give my life to a dark,
no self-esteem so that my life continues to persist,

I might be able to forget for a moment,
with liquor that I hold today,
or scratch the glass in my arm,
My right to do whatever I want to forget,

but when my hangover muliai aware of last night,
the pain of this wound in my feeling,
at the time I have come to understand just how wonderful the love,
no dairy thing since I got my life on the streets,