Las Paraguas de Buenos Aires

It's raining in Buenos Aires, it rains
And I think about those returning home
And about the shows in the poor theaters
And about the fruit vendors who kiss the blondes
Thinking of those who don't even have umbrellas
I feel mine pulling upwards
'It wasn't the wind if there's no wind,' I say
When suddenly my umbrella flies
'It wasn't the wind if there's no wind,' I say
When suddenly my umbrella flies
It flies...

And it crosses rains from long ago
The one that finally wet your sad face
The one that cheered our first embrace
The one that rained without knowing each other before
And we walk back through so much rain, so much
That the water is just born, let's go
It's raining upwards, it rains
And with both of us, our umbrella rises
It's raining upwards, it rains
And with both of us, our umbrella rises
It rises...

So high it goes, my dear
Towards a wild sky
Where the rain has its shores
And the beginning of clear days
So high the water dissolves us together
And turns us into one single one
And only one forever, forever
In one single, single, single, I think
And only one forever, forever
In one single, single, single, I think
I think...

I think of those returning home
And the joy of the fruit vendor
And finally, it keeps raining in Buenos Aires
I haven't brought an umbrella, it rains
And finally, it keeps raining in Buenos Aires
I haven't brought an umbrella, it rains
It rains...