Have you stopped the rain, rain-deva?
Lives in fire, lives in flood
Once you help some, the rest gets hurt!
Have you stopped the rain, rain-deva?
Forests are cut, mountains are torn
The course you glide, the path you borne
Where the land is dirt, Lives in mirage,
Where the land is low, lives in flood
Once you help some, the rest gets hurt!
O rain-deva
Would you like to rain, or like to leave?
There trees await, lakes with children
They're fragile, almost dry up
Where flowers bloom, beautiful is the Earth...
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