Plou Al Cor

Sometimes it rains in the heart
And you don't really know why.
Sometimes it rains and the sun shines
It rains but doesn't want to rain
But it hurts.

It rains in your heart and that's it
No hurry or rest.
Sometimes it rains and doesn't make mud.
It rains without lightning and thunder.

And the soul flees like a lonely dog
That can't find shelter anywhere.
Sometimes it rains without making a fuss
And it rains, and it rains,
It rains in the heart.

And there's firewood in the fire and a cut on the plate
And a sweet dream sleeps between the sheets.
But none of that is enough:
When it wants to rain, it rains
And it rains, and it rains,
It rains in the heart.