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.