Rain and Drum

I watch the rain through the library window

As if I have never seen one before

I stick my ear on the glass and listen

It has a word with the grass

Words it never told any man

It has a message for the sun

For the moon which always hide

Behind the cloud at the moment of the rain.

Oh, I am rainy, I am rainy, I am rainy.

I have a word with you

A word with him and a word with her

Words I have never told anyone.

Will you let me rain on your leaves

When the night has stretched itself over us

Framing us like a drum?

Beat it! Beat, beat, beat!

I know how to dance to the rhythm of a man

When he begins to discover my faults

After he has explored my body

Like an ancient civilization buried under sand

I am too accomplished to enjoy trivial life things

I am too much of a woman for a man like you.

Beat, beat, beat!

Deafen the ears of history

This is an ancient war

We win when we both win

We lose when we both lose

Peace can never fill in the gap between us

We are obliged to the battle

Till the morning of glory and brunch

 In a French café on the sunny side of the walkway.

Beat, beat, beat!

Beat the heart out of my chest

Throw my empty corpse

On the steps of your temple.

May this sacrifice be accepted

By that god of yours, pride

Which I have hurt with my words.

Hang me from my tongue

Over a huge bon fire

Burn me like a witch

But I shall rise from my own ashes

To sing.

I have a song I have never sang for anyone.

I have a new story for this old library

Which has a window to the rain.