Palabras Sin Hablar

I know you will come, in the end one must wait,
The rain is an excuse, to feel bad.
A little desolate, a little confused

Trails of a sound that is leaving an emptiness in your place.

The sky pouring
Words unspoken,
The clouds announcing the end

Time evaporates, the afternoon is not normal,
Images parade by, making me cry.
Couples in the river, children in the sea.
The scent of your essence that is leaving traces of something special.

The sky pouring words unspoken, the clouds announcing the end.