uneori pot să simt stările de mai jos în acelaşi timp
şi multe altele
pentru cine ştie, nişte melodii, ca un fel de crizanteme
(reciproce), cu toate trăirile lor amestecate
şi împărtăşite





I stumble through the wreckage
rusted from the rain
there's nothing left to salvage
no one left to blame
among the broken mirrors
I don't look the same
I'm rusted from the rain
I'm rusted from the rain

dissect me until my blood runs
down into the drain
my bitter heart is pumping
oil into my veins
I'm nothing but a tin man
don't feel any pain
I don't feel any pain
I don't feel any pain
I'm rusted from the rain

go on crush me like a flower
rusted from the rain
come on, strip me of my power
beat me with your chains
and if I'm the king of cowards
you're the queen of pain
I'm rusted from the rain
I'm rusted from the rain

you hung me like a picture
now I'm just a frame
I used to be your lap dog
now I'm just a stray
shackled in a graveyard
left here to decay
left here to decay
left here to decay

I'm rusted from the rain

go on crush me like a flower
rusted from the rain
come on, strip me of my power
beat me with your chains
and if I'm the king of cowards
you're the queen of pain
I'm rusted from the rain
I'm rusted from the rain

I'm rusted from the rain

the sun will shine again
I'm rusted from the rain
I'm rusted from the rain
the sun will shine again

I'm Rusted from the rain