Raga

See the rain dancing on the snow

It writes the names of all the people going

To their grave walking one by one

Into the sun, into the sunTraffic jam in the middle of the day

Headlights are on, I wonder where they're going

I stop to ask but no one wants to say

I want to know, I want to knowNothing is fixed and the wind is sweeping

Sweeping up the bodies that litter the earthSee the rain dancing on the snow

It writes the names of all the children floating

From their graves crawling one by one

Out from the sun, out from the sun