I put my fingers in my ears to block them That sweet song makes my heart go numb Stop it, that Chopin Can I never meet him again? Rainy days, please don't keep pounding on the window Rainy Days, consolation is narcotic, ah
The song of the rain murmurs “I love you” Putting its cheek on my lap Make it stop, that Chopin I don't need it if it's only a memory Rainy Days, until he’s no longer special to me Rainy Days, the piano will play a coded message
Rainy Days never ending, when I turn around in the shadows Rainy Days, the room is in twilight, ah Rainy Days, my special person lives in my heart Rainy Days, and Chopin turns the key, ah