I sat in my chair and dreamt
That there flew a bird just for me
Six hundred miles away from my home.
But I woke up when I heard a terrible noise.

I listened to hear again
What had stopped my great phantasie.
It was the thunder who's calling me,
That loud shouting impression of all my distress.

Ooh, what a thunderstorm!
Ooh, what a thunderstorm!

A lightning devided that night.
Seemed that night had broken in two.
Once I had been devided like that,
So my inner was bleeding red streams to the sea.

Ooh, what a thunderstorm!
Ooh, what a thunderstorm!

Rain came down like frame of mind.
Enjoyed much to feel like the storm.
Grief was all that I could get of love.
So my unfulfilled love was the due thunderstorm.

Ooh, what a thunderstorm!
Ooh, what a thunderstorm!