Текст: Roxette. Tourism. The Rain.

I was raised the northern way
And my father had a northern name
I did my crying
Out in the pouring rain

And a season turned into another one
I found a heart bright like the morning sun
He touched my lips, so softly
With his fingertips

But I've kept the rain falling down on me
All the time, all the time
I've kept the rain falling down on me
All the time, all the time

And some things in life won't ever change
There's a smell of a rusty chain
And of love disappearing
Like an aeroplane

I've kept the rain falling down on me
All the time, all the time
I've kept the rain falling down on me
All the time, all the time
All of the time

I've kept the rain falling down on me
All the time, all the time
I've kept the rain falling down on me
All the time, all the time
All of the time

I've kept the rain falling down on me
All the time, all the time
I've kept the rain falling down on me
Falling down on me
All the time, all the time
All of the time

All of the time
I've kept the rain falling down on me
Falling, falling down

Kept the rain falling down