Chove En Santiago

It rains in Santiago
my sweet love
camellia white in the air
shining dimly in the sun.

It rains in Santiago
in the dark night.
Herbs of silver and sleep
cover the empty moon.

Look at the rain on the street
bed of stone and crystal.
Look at the faded wind
sum and ash of your sea.

Sum and ash of your sea
Santiago, far from the sun;
morning water of yesteryear
trembles in my heart.