Looking out the door/I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners

Parading in a wake of sad relations/As their shoes fill up with water... Όταν είναι 17 Νοέμβρη και εσύ μένεις δύο στενά κάτω απ'την αμερικάνικη πρεσβεία, ε τότε, τι περιμένεις, να φτάσεις σπίτι στην ώρα σου; 3,5 ώρες κατεβαίνοντας την Κηφισίας λοιπόν, απόλαυσα από κοντά την πρώτη βροχή μετά από 77 μήνες, πράγματι filled up with water, αφού το μισό της διαδρομής το έκανα περπατώντας, τραγουδώντας ένα παθιασμένο τραγούδι, το παρακάτω:

It's never over,
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over,
all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her...
It's never over,
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter...
It's never over,
She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...

But maybe I'm just too young to keep good love
From going wrong
Oh... lover you should've come over...

Yes, and I feel too young to hold on
I'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind
To see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love, well I'll wait for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late.