I put my fingers in my ears to block them
That sweet song makes my heart go numb
Stop it, that Chopin
Can I never meet him again?
Rainy days, please don't keep pounding on the window
Rainy Days, consolation is narcotic, ah

The song of the rain murmurs “I love you”
Putting its cheek on my lap
Make it stop, that Chopin
I don't need it if it's only a memory
Rainy Days, until he’s no longer special to me
Rainy Days, the piano will play a coded message

Rainy Days never ending, when I turn around in the shadows
Rainy Days, the room is in twilight, ah
Rainy Days, my special person lives in my heart
Rainy Days, and Chopin turns the key, ah