Dalszöveg
(Verse 1)
Thirteen and the world’s gone mad,
lost first love, then lost his dad.
Ran from home in the dead of night,
screaming pain with all his might.
(Chorus)
Lemon in the rain, sour and bold,
bittersweet burn when the nights get cold.
Running like hell, breaking the chain,
finding himself through all the pain.
(Verse 2)
Morocha’s smile, stranger’s face,
crazy eyes, warm embrace.
Lost together in this fight,
making him feel safe that night.
(Chorus)
Lemon in the rain, sour and bold,
bittersweet burn when the nights get cold.
Running like hell, breaking the chain,
finding himself through all the pain.
(Outro)
No map, no plan, just him and the dark,
fighting back, finding his spark.
Lemon in the rain, screaming it loud,
standing strong in the chaotic crowd.