It's raining.
The seeds, sad companions,
Like immense mushrooms,
Come out of the houses one by one.
It's raining
And the whole city is wet.
The houses have caught a cold.
The gutters have a drop in their noses.
It is raining.
As if directed by a call,
The birds desert the sky.
Clouds and wolves,
Windows, a tear? the eye
They all seem to be in mourning
Beautiful days.
It's raining
And we hear splashing water.
The city no longer has harmony.
Lonely, the streets are bored.
It's raining...
I listen,
When it drips
The rain that fills me disgust
On the paths of the roads
And, everywhere around,
The drops
Who doesn't care
Probably don't know
That my heart in disarray
Has lost its love...
It's raining.
The seeds, sad companions,
Like immense mushrooms,
One by one the houses come out.
It's raining
And the whole town is wet.
The houses have caught a cold.
The gutters have gout in their noses.
It's raining.
Nature is full of boredom.
Up there, everything is dressed in gray.
The sky is sulking.
My nose flattened to the window,
I wait, letting the flow of my tears flow.
He cries.
In my heart of lost dreams ,
On my love as in the street
And on my endless sorrows,
It's raining...

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