You are like the rain.
You come and bring refreshment into my life,
But then you go.
What can I do to make you stay?
Maybe if I move to a rainforest far, far away
I can see you every day.

Why? Why must you go?
The days I wait for you just seem so slow.
When you come back again.
I'll hold you tight until the very end.
Rainforest Mama of mine.

Your hometown was calling you back.
And now your memory is just a drop of honey in my mouth
That won't lose taste.
Now I wait for another rainy day.
But it seems as if a drought has set in
And a hundred years that it will stay.