Ark

Ark

Let the fabulous dream goes on.
The train remained on the same place, the platform rode away.
Trees are whizzing by rapidly,
Village is lighting in a field,
The coach is swinging from right to left.

Soon, a man will be born,
He will grow up and build an ark.
Hard rain goes on and doesn't calm down,
The water level rises,
We are departing to a fabulous age,
We are departing to a fabulous age,
We are departing to a fabulous age.

The rain goes on
The rain goes on
The rain goes on from a bottom to a top