We walked away,
away the pain,
the night was young,
that broght us rain.

Then sudenly, the clouds came by,
they banish sun and warmly night;
they called the storm and winter wind â??
I walked away
away the pain
and left you sing.
We met again,
at summer night,
the nightâ??s still young,
I hold your hand,
Youâ??re singing song,
the song of pain.