Perhaps the rain exist elsewhere,
somewhere where there is no need to yearn for hope,
where no child has to run from fears.
Regardless there is a drought on this planet. 

Somewhere there is no need to yearn for hope.
A place where one will escape this chaos,
regardless there is a drought on this planet. 
Pero tu vas hacer la que sale de estos escombros.

You will be the one that will escape this chaos.
An empty promise to convince the innocent to risk their lives for a better future.
Pero tu vas hacer la que sale de estos escombros.
The fake lies that my people seem to believe in.

An empty promise to convince the innocent to risk their lives for a better future.
Oh, what a mighty pedestal they give for those in isolation,
the fake lies that my people seem to believe in.
Do they not understand the pain of separation?

Oh, what a mighty pedestal they give for those in isolation.
Where no child has to run from fears,
do they not understand the pain of separation?
Perhaps the rain exists elsewhere.