In Un Giorno Di Pioggia

I am now the hero, my bright love
I am now the bright Caesar
I never found any sleep as old
since my bright love went far away
Goodbye, goodbye and a raised glass
to the sky of Ireland and the swollen clouds
A lump in the throat and a last look
to old Anna Liffey and the streets of the port
A sip of beer for the green moors
and another for the muddy kids,
and a toast also to the gnomes and fairies,
to the elves that run on your streets
You have the sturdy hips of an old lady
and the somewhat rough ways of seafaring folk,
you drag yourself through mud, sweat, and laughter
and the smell of alcohol in summer nights
An old companion follows you patiently,
the sea lies faithful at your feet,
it cradles you lightly on winter evenings,
bringing back the voices of lovers from yesterday
It's on a rainy day that I met you,
the west wind was laughing gently
and on a rainy day I learned to love you
you took my hand and led me away
You have eyes of ice and a heart of earth,
you have the heavy step of an old drunkard,
you close yourself to dream on winter nights
and you cover yourself in red and bloom in summer.
Your exiles speak foreign languages,
they fall asleep alone dreaming of your skies,
they find themselves lost in distant lands
to sing of a land of refugees and saints
It's on a rainy day that I met you,
the west wind was laughing gently
and on a rainy day I learned to love you
you took my hand and led me away.
And on a rainy day I will see you again
and I will be able to console your wet eyes
On a rainy day we will be close,
dancing lightly on the air of a Reel