Garua

What a night full of weariness and cold!
The wind brings a strange lament,
it seems like a well of shadow, the night,
and I walk very slowly in the shadows.
Meanwhile, the drizzle
intensifies with its thorns,
in my heart...

On this night so cold and so mine
always thinking about the same thing, I sink;
and even if I want to rip it out,
discard it and forget it
I remember it more...

Drizzle!....
alone and sad on the sidewalk
this heart goes by, transpired
with the sadness of a deserted house
feeling... your ice
because she, with her forgetfulness
today has opened a leak for him
Lost!..
like an elf that in the shadow
the more he looks for her, the more he names her
Drizzle... sadness...
even the sky has started to cry!....

What a night full of weariness and cold
no one is seen crossing the corner
on the street, the row of lights,
shines the asphalt with a dim light
And I go like a discard, always alone
always apart, remembering you...
The drops fall into the puddle of my soul
drenched and frozen to the bones..
And humiliating this torment
the wind still passes by...
pushing me!......