Текст песни улетаю со дна - Я, как дождь

Flowers wilted, it's all the cold of the soul
All important ones have gone, died inside, but survived
Glimpses of hope, plus fashionable clothes
The remnants of feelings were left, leaving me
It remained empty, waiting for a new day
The poet is dead, but lives like living
Only to the place of the soul, the wasteland remains
Problems in the clamp, left alone
In thoughts, that, splashed out of the dead soul
Thoughts on the sheets until the meaning has rotted
You will find out by poetry, my life
You listen, what, I have hidden inside
You try to understand, but you are only stuck
You don't understand me, my poems
This is pain, from wounds, you want to look at
I am the same teenager and a person like you
I am the same, with a soul, I catch a deprission
You don't understand what's wrong with me, you live like living
And we are similar, only different storms inside
Moon, my soul, Night crying
Stars in the sky, these are my dreams, they are broken
Light from lanterns, this is my hope
Wine in glass, blood from cuts
Lyrics or deprission, something between
While writing about love, she took off her clothes
Recover from depression, or from wounds
There are two choice, I did not change anything
I dreamed a lot, not why dream
I wrote a lot of poems in a notebook
I am a slave of my thoughts, I have nothing more to say

Type of chorus:
Stars in the sky are my dreams
Moon, it's me
The sun is you
Rain, this is my depressive
I'm like rain, I like rain, I like to be immersed (2p)

Try to understand, meaning
Or call it delirium, renouncing thoughts from yourself ...