Como Chove Miudiño
Amancio Prada
How Light Rain Falls
How light rain falls
How lightly it falls
How light rain falls
Towards the side of Laíño
Towards the side of Lestrove
Mysterious waterer
Fine drizzle settles on the ground
With a gentle curve
Drenching in the stream
Leaf by leaf, blade by blade
Resembling light gauze
That the subtle wind moves
Passes in rippling waves
Refreshing as much as it burns
What the scorching sun touches
What a swollen white sail
Among the corn runs alone
Mysterious pure star!
The wind whispers around her
Little dove, fly, fly!
How light rain falls
How lightly it falls
How light rain falls
Towards the side of Laíño
Towards the side of Lestrove
How light rain falls
Through the countryside fields!
As the grass dries along the way
The herbs of Laíño!
How the bridge bathes in the sun!
Those born in it
Those nurtured by it
Far from it are saddened
Because they go wounded by love
By whom they were breastfed
For the children the mother cries
Deaf, sad, lamenting
Whining, crying, and sighing
And doesn't stop until she sees them
Finally arrive
Poor mother, how much I love you!
Mother too, oh, my mother!
Your ground of love I prefer
To all that is great or severe
In all the earth together
How can I not be seeing now
In a landscape of silver and roses
How life has wanted
With my eyes stirring
Fond memories?
How light rain falls
How lightly it falls
How light rain falls
Towards the side of Laíño
Towards the side of Lestrove
How light rain falls
Through the countryside fields!
As the grass dries along the way
The herbs of Laíño!
How the bridge bathes in the sun!
