Gotas de azul e ouro

Raindrops keep falling on my head...
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed, nothing seems to fit.
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling.
So I just did me some talking to the sun.
And I said I didn't like the way, he got things done... sleeping on the job... those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling.
But there's one thing I know: The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me. It won't be long till happiness sleps up to greet me. Raindrops keep falling on my head but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red.
Crying's not for me cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining.
Because I'm free. Nothing's worrying me.

by Hal David