I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow`s rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
How fragile we are, how fragile we are