Al Meu País La Pluja
Raimon
In My Country Rain Doesn't Know How to Rain
In my country rain doesn't know how to rain:
either it rains little or it rains too much;
if it rains little it's drought,
if it rains too much it's catastrophe.
Who will bring rain to school?
Who will tell it how to rain?
In my country rain doesn't know how to rain.
We will never go to school again.
Apart from talking to those of your age,
you didn't learn anything at school.
Not even the names of the trees in your landscape,
nor the names of the flowers you saw,
nor the names of the birds in your world,
nor your own language.
At school they stole your memory,
they made a lie of the present.
Life stayed at the door
while we entered as corpses of a few years.
Forgetfulness of the lightning, forgetfulness of the path,
of the rain and good weather,
forgetfulness of the world of work and study.
"For the Empire towards God"
from Carrer Blanc de Xàtiva.
Who will rescue me from my years
of misinformation and forgetfulness?
In my country rain doesn't know how to rain:
either it rains little or it rains too much;
if it rains little it's drought,
if it rains too much it's catastrophe.
Who will bring rain to school?
Who will tell it how to rain?
In my country rain doesn't know how to rain.
