Aquesta Pluja

This rain that bathes everything
Brings out the smell of the world.
This rain doesn't have a winter,
It only has a slightly dreary day.

Everyone has flaws,
I still miss you.
Nobody is perfect,
I won't write songs for you anymore.

And today is Wednesday,
Also Thursday,
I always like always.

Tomorrow I will paint with my hands
My toy sun
That has a solar satellite
And a star solarium.

Tomorrow I will paint the clear sky
A second home,
Semiaquatic and uninhabited
Because I'm turning into an amphibian.