When the dark rain falls
There's a crying child standing under the eaves
If there is rainwater accumulated in those pure eyes
Well, that is a beautiful person
When the strong wind blows
There's a child running to the field
If he embraces the wind in that warm chest
Well, that is a beautiful person
When the new white snow falls
There's a child standing on the mountain
If a song echoes in his bеautiful heart
Well, that is a beautiful pеrson
That is a beautiful person