There is something, although I do not know it.
There is something makes me watch the cloud,
And sense her loneliness, and her loss.
There is something, although I do not know it.

There something, although, I do not know it.
There is something makes me watch the rain,
And see the tears, the sighs, and the cries.
There is something, although I do not know it.

There something, although, I do not know it.
There is something makes me stare
At the stars, and kiss their happiness.
There is something, although I do not know it.

There is something makes me behold
The cloud and the rain and the stars,
And think of you: of your face,
Of your lips, and your eyes.