Garua (part. Alberto Podestá)

What a night
Full of boredom and cold
The wind brings
A strange lament

It seems like a well of shadows
The night
And I in the shadows
Walk very slowly

Meanwhile, the drizzle
Intensifies with its thorns
In my heart

On this night
So cold and so mine
Always thinking
About the same, my abyss

And no matter
How much I want to hate her
Discard her and forget her
I remember her more

Drizzle
Alone and sad on the sidewalk
Goes this heart, constricted
With the sadness of a deserted house

Feeling your ice
Because she, with her forgetfulness
Today has opened a leak

Lost
Like a ghost
That in the shadow
The more he looks for her
The more he calls her

Drizzle
Sadness
Even the sky
Has started to cry