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It's raining in my room, I'm listening to the rain
The September rain falling in my bed
The garden shivers, all the flowers have wept.
For the arrival of autumn and for the end of summer
But the rain hums to a cheerful rhythm
Tip a loss, a tip top, a tip
A tip-tip, a tip, a tip top, a loss
This is what we hear at night
This is the song of the rain
Tomorrow the day will bloom on your lips
My love and the rain that calms our fever
It will be far, far out at sea, sailing under the clear sky.
Tomorrow the woods will have cleaned themselves
And the freshly painted roofs will have a festive air
The birds are happy with this shampoo
They will not complain
It's raining in my room, it's raining in my heart
Gentle September rain, sings a mocking tune
Beautiful mushrooms grow all over the countryside
And in the mountains, the wind plays the violin
All the stray cats sing and dance in a circle
Tip a loss, a tip top, a tip
A tip-tip, a tip, a tip top, a loss
This is what we hear at night
This is the song of the rain
It's raining in my room, it's raining in my heart
Gentle September rain, sings a mocking tune
Beautiful mushrooms grow all over the countryside
And in the mountains, the wind, the wind plays the violin
All the stray cats sing and dance in a circle
Tip a loss, a tip top, a tip
This is what we hear at night
This is the song of the rain