One day before the rain only for a moment the earth inhales again
   It seems like time stood still before the wind creeping to the trees upon the hill
   And a blind man finds a way between the beauty and decay
   Over roses in the dust, behind doors are made to rust
   Lies a field of a thousand nails beneath cemetery vales
  
   And one day before the rain
   He is searching there again
   Where no one ever meets
   And one day before the rain
   He is searching there again
   Where no one ever meets
   on the Scarlet Flower Fields
  
   The scent of sweet perfume is a lair of pale illusions with a tainted Paris tune
   The dark an lonely side binds this liquid marriage for shadows and the light
   Somewhere by the fireside lies a man, eyes open wide
   Flee on the effect of plants, he translates and understands
   For the hidden side to see in this secret poetry
  
   And one day before the rain
   He is searching there again
   Where no one ever meets
   And one day before the rain
   He is searching there again
   Where no one ever meets
   On the Scarlet Flower Fields
  
   And one day before the rain
   He is searching there again
   Where no one ever meets
   And one day before the rain
   He is searching there again
   Where no one ever meets
   On the Scarlet Flower Fields
   On the Scarlet Flower Fields
   On the Scarlet Flower Fields
   On the Scarlet Flower Fields