BY ZAZ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUh0i7tJpTk&NR=1
The sky is dark, there the ever welcome rain
Comes on her own, what a surprise.
The rain visits us
And overwhelms us.
The umbrellas open
And dance under the rain.
The raindrops pour
On gentle France.
Chorus
Pour, pour, pour dear rain
On this Sunday of December.
Our umbrellas dance
As we rush without waiting.
One loves the rain, even if she raises her voice
And pushes us around.
We miss the rain, no more news of her
When there is a heat wave.
And then she comes back,
As if she too was missing us
And our love.
She comes back singing,
The music of the downpour
Chorus
Pour, pour,pour dear rain
How hot it is,
Pour, pour,pour, keep pouring.
