The night is drenched with rain,
This city is still soaked with pain,
The unwashable, stinking stain.
I sip the wine again,
And keep storming my brain,
Pondering upon the photographs of Jane who was slain,
Mercilessly and dumped in the drain.
I've sworn to myself over and over again,
Everything wouldn't be in vain,
That I will find whoever did this to you, Jane.
This city is still soaked with pain,
The unwashable, stinking stain.
I sip the wine again,
And keep storming my brain,
Pondering upon the photographs of Jane who was slain,
Mercilessly and dumped in the drain.
I've sworn to myself over and over again,
Everything wouldn't be in vain,
That I will find whoever did this to you, Jane.