Plou al cor [English translation]

Sometimes it rains in the heart

and you don’t know very well why

Sometimes it rains or the sun shines

it rains and it doesn’t want to rain.

It rains in your heart and enough

with no hurry nor rest.

Sometimes it rains and there is no mud.

It rains with no thunderbolt

and no thunder

And the soul flees as a wet dog

which finds refuge nowhere.

Sometimes it rains

without any tumult.

It rains

it rains

it rains in the heart.

There is wood in the fire and a piece in the plate

and between the sheets sleeps a nice dream

But nothing of this is enough.

When it wants to rain, it rains

and rains

and rains

and rains in the heart.