اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When the sins of my father weigh down in my soul and the pain of my mother will not let me go. Well, I know that there can come fire from the sky to refine the purest of kings and even though I know this fire brings me pain and even so and just the same
(Make it rain) down lord (make it rain) down lord (make it rain)
And let the clouds fill with thunderous applause
And let lightning be the veins and fill the sky with all that they can drop
When it's time to make a change
(Make it rain) down lord (make it rain) down lord (make it rain)
