Lluvia [English translation]

The rain speaks on the windows

in the language of the water.

She's gone through places

you couldn't even imagine.

The rain carries the sighs

that mothers give for their children.

For those who have gone afar

and for the missing.

Nobody listens to what it says, no,

until it gets violent, no.

Rain, talk to me.

Become a storm and raze me down.

Rain, give me back

those I have lost,

those I loved.

It's the voice of the thirsty waiting for the fall

of rain to take their bitterness away.

Rain, talk to me.

Become a storm and raze me down.

Rain, give me back

those I have lost,

those I loved.

The sound of the rain falling.

Its words are the wind when it howls.

Nobody will listen to the rain until it becomes a gale

and it shakes our bodies with its anger.

(Rain...)

Rain, talk to me.

Become a storm and raze me down.

Rain, give me back

those I have lost,

those I loved.