A Rainy Day in Reykjavik

Colors that are unknown to all come true in the deepest of thoughts,

And so does the music, whose origins sincere emotions wrought.

Where can one find the inspiration for the artistic manic?

Maybe in a rainy day in Reykjavik.

In the unseen eyes lay often the possibility of futures undreamed,

Only that you and I look, and in the spark comes forth the unseemed,

But when and where to gaze is the real panic,

Maybe in a rainy day in Reykjavik.

Among the life's occurrences, often you end up in an one-way road,

Moving straight even if you want to turn back and hold,

But what to do, apart from the breaking the rules?

Maybe take a corner and wait for the nightfall like the fools.

Or drive through all of it, the Holy and the Satanic,

Not unlike a rainy day in Reykjavik.