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LET IT RAIN
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Skladba LET IT RAIN vyšla 13. března 2026 SoundSpiral Records na albu THE UNAFRAID
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AlbumTHE UNAFRAID
Datum vydání13. března 2026
ŠtítekSoundSpiral Records
JazykEnglish
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM82

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TEXTY

Kredity

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roger Fromm
Roger Fromm
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roger Fromm
Roger Fromm
Producer

Texty

Not for everyone. Never was.
Rain coming? Good.
I tried to fit in every frame,
Changed my colors, changed my name.
Bent like branches in the wind,
Lost myself just trying to win.
Too loud. Too proud. Too much.
Smiled until it hurt my face,
Dimmed my fire to save some space.
But mirrors cracked beneath the strain —
You can't outrun your own domain.
Approval. Applause. Disguise.
The more I chased a borrowed light,
The more I vanished out of sight.
You can't be sunrise, noon, and night
For every pair of judging eyes.
If everyone agrees with you,
You're probably standing still.
If no one ever questions you,
You've never climbed a hill.
Friction. Heat. Grow.
Let it rain. Let it pour.
I don't bend anymore.
If they talk — let them speak.
Rain makes roots grow deep.
Splash. Drop. Rise.
Hate falls down — I multiply.
Pressure makes diamonds — so do I.
When the sky turns dark and gray,
That's how I know I'm on my way.
Let it rain.
Some build bridges, some throw stones,
Some need crowds to feel like kings.
Noise gets louder when you ascend —
The higher you climb, the thinner the friends.
Jealous. Restless. Small rooms.
If no one doubts what you create,
You're playing safe — not playing great.
Every whisper, every sneer
Means something powerful is here.
Pressure. Weather. Season.
You can't be loved by every side,
The ocean never picks a tide.
The wave that crashes on the shore
Is the one they can't ignore.
When it starts to fall — Don't run.
When the clouds roll in — Smile.
Storms don't ask for your consent.
They test how strong your roots are bent.
Every drop that hits your skin
Means you dared to let it in.
Stand. Hold. Grow.
Let it rain. Let it fall.
I won't shrink at all.
If they hate — let them try.
Rain helps mountains rise.
Splash. Drop. Rise.
Critics fade like passing showers.
Roots grow deeper, roots grow stronger.
Thunder calls — I don't complain.
I lift my face — I love the rain.
Pressure makes diamonds. So do I.
Let it rain. I rise.
Written by: Roger Fromm

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