The rain on the wood

I don’t know if I am still able to write
I don’t know if I am still able to sing
Yesterday evening you said to me
Disillusionment stole your inspiration
And I have cried arrived at home
Thinking a part of us was dead

But when I hear this noise 
If I could call this noise 
That is the rain on the wood 
When the heart seems dead and you 

You can take your love 
If you have some love 
And melt it in the wood 
Until you reach the roots 

So I wonder if I can face my whole life
Without that shelter I had inside my pages
I’ve to invent during this time
A new formula to live
In this darkness inside this wind
That blows strongly on the fields

But when I hear this noise 
If I could call this noise 
That is the rain on the wood 
When the heart seems dead and you 

You can take your love 
If you have some love 
And melt it in the wood 
Until you reach the roots