Lluvia

Drizzling on my window, the night murmurs.
The street lights flicker more beautifully
while your absence seems like a star
soaked in the rain of my heart.
Filled with illusions, crossing the shadow,
we live this dream of a distant time,
trembling with tenderness, your hand in mine,
my life in your life, your love in my love.

You will return, you will return with the water
that, hitting my window, sings its song.
You will return, you will return with the tears
that rain in the night of my alley.
You will return once again from memory
to the nest of my desolate faith,
and your song will be tied
with threads of rain that my love cries.

The clouds of failure roam my sky.
The thunder of sorrow echoes reproaches.
The lightning of forgetfulness illuminates my night
and the wind of the soul sings you a forgiveness.
Drizzle taps on the clear glass.
A flash of the past peeks through its lights,
and your memory returns like a dove
soaked in the rain of my heart.