Dark are the clouds above me
neither they thunder, nor they rain.
there is none around as far as I can see,
I'm alone out here, people call me insane.

I feel I'm hit by evil fate,
waiting for this season to abate.
People say it's the time of love
I say it's something that should shove.

I don't say I don't believe in it,
when you love, just don't love a person
love the soul with it's tiniest bit
everything without it might seem so barren.

Just look at the clouds above
I believe they are in love.
Not with me, not with the rain
but the sun hiding behind their terrain.

They have become darker and darker
they don't want to rain so they might have to leave,
but stay with the sun in their confined love chamber
Do you think so too or to me you just believe?

Now i feel the time has come
for me not to be so lonesome
to learn something from these dark clouds
but sometimes my fears cover me like a shroud.

I won't let this solitude creep into my life
to kill my soul and render me broken.
To the end of my ability, I will strife
this is not the time to sulk, but a lovely season.