The rain goes on falling
And I go on with my journey
I go wearing out the paths
These of the coffee plantations
The rain goes on falling
Onto my old hat
Already I am arriving at your house
I haven’t seen you in three days
And you are waiting for me
From here I can already see you
How I adore you
I could not have more luck
A coffee and a guitar
A good rum and a cigarette
Afterwards the middle of the pillow
Your warmth and my love
Your warmth and my love
Outdoors the crickets sing
And I put out the candle
Tomorrow will be Sunday
I am going to take you to the fair
The rain goes on falling
On the wooden roof
And I pray to the Virgin
That you will always love me
A coffee and a guitar
A good rum and a cigarette
Afterwards the middle of the pillow
Your warmth and my love
Your warmth and my love
Your warmth and my love