Text: Fernando Ortega. Storm.

Sometimes it takes a storm to really know the light
The scent of rain, the weight of clouds pulling down the sky
Sometimes it takes a storm to know how you feel
To understand indigo and the varnished sun lighting up the fields

It takes the rain between the lines to know what sorrow finds
The way a cloud divides sometimes, the clearing and the blue, I love you
I was just passing through and taken by surprise
Between the black sky and the blue
Between the black sky and the blue, I love you, I love you