Los Aguaceros de Mayo
Chava Flores
The May Downpours
The May downpours
were to blame
for you being unfaithful;
at the time you called me
the downpour would fall
and I was under it.
And as you got wet
you just didn't arrive,
oh, poor me!;
in a doorway a doorman
gave you shelter
and there I lost you.
Today as I see the sky cry
I join it in its weeping,
I remember the May downpours
when I loved you so much,
what suffering!
Now that I have a raincoat,
hat and umbrella,
I can't find another love;
the May downpours
were to blame
for my cruel pain.
