In this rain I walk alone,
rain songs sing of solitude
Humming lyrics of a clayey road,
where traces of steps are washed away.
Runaway to the edge of the valley,
by the fringe of that endless meadow ;
Where the river roars like a conquered lion,
where infinity meets its final destiny.
Drench my soul with this unending torrent,
wash away the salt of dry eyes;
Moist the parched bosom once again,
And flood away the invaders trace.