Small Kaleidoscope

Like a foreigner tonight the rain is back

Like a foreigner the rain is back tonight

It’s knocking on the window’s pane

It’s soothing pain, singing refrain

And you can watch drops’ lizards gliding down the frame

Just a foreign rain, there’s nobody else outside

It blurred all lights, turned colors into black and white

It shed aquarelle on wet roads

Like an artist that forgot his painting board

And you can see that all in your small kaleidoscope

It’s talking to me in his foreign tongue

Telling all secrets of the Big Bang

And I’ve seen that all in my small kaleidoscope