It rains in my heart
Like it rains in the city
What is this languor*
That penetrates my heart?
Oh the sweet sound of rain
On the ground and on rooftops!
For a troubled heart*
Oh the song of the rain!
It rains without reason
In this sickened heart.
What! No treason?
This mourning is pointless.
It’s the greatest sentence
To not know why
Without love and without hate
My heart is in such pain!