Текст и перевод песни La otra - La Lluvia

La Lluvia

La lluvia, moja sin prisa, limpia el aire al respirar, el cielo gris,
Llueve con calma, me susurra que no encierre,
Ni resista la tormenta que se huele ya,
Que me llama ya, que se huele ya, que me llama ya.

Una luz blanca alumbra mis tristezas,
El comienzo de este invierno moja lo que un día enterré, m
E hice fuerte cuando el frío inundaba mi cuerpo y me inventé que
En mis entrañas, ya no volvería a llover, ya no volvería a llover.

La lluvia, moja sin prisa, limpia el aire al respirar, el cielo gris,
Llueve con calma, me susurra que no encierre,
Ni resista la tormenta que se huele ya,
Que me llama ya-a-a-a, que se huele ya, que me llama ya-a-a-a-a.

Vi de vergüenza cada grieta,
Me juré que lo de afuera no entraría en tu merced, m
E levanté de tantos charcos,
Que me ahogaban la mirada y me negué todas sus marcas,
Dentro de mi piel, dentro de mi piel,
Dentro de mi piel, dentro de mi piee-ee-eel.
Uuuh uuuh uuh uuh.

La lluvia, moja sin prisa, limpia el aire al respirar, el cielo gris,
Llueve con calma, me susurra que no encierre,
Ni resista la tormenta que se huele ya,
Que me llama ya-a-a-a, que se huele ya, que me llama ya-aa-aa-aa-aa.

Rain

The rain, it falls with no haste, it cleans the air as I breathe, the sky, it's gray,
It rains calmly, it whispers to me not to shut it out,
Or to fight the storm that I can already smell,
That it calls to me already, that I can already smell it, that it calls to me already.

A white light shines on my sadness,
The beginning of this winter wets what I once buried,
And I made myself strong when the cold flooded my body and I convinced myself that
In my depths, it wouldn't rain again, it wouldn't rain again.

The rain, it falls with no haste, it cleans the air as I breathe, the sky, it's gray,
It rains calmly, it whispers to me not to shut it out,
Or to fight the storm that I can already smell,
That it calls to me already, that I can already smell it, that it calls to me already.

I saw every crack from shame,
I swore to myself that what was outside wouldn't enter your mercy,
And I lifted myself from so many puddles,
That they would drown my gaze and I denied all of its marks,
Within my skin, within my skin,
Within my skin, within my skii-ii-in.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

The rain, it falls with no haste, it cleans the air as I breathe, the sky, it's gray,
It rains calmly, it whispers to me not to shut it out,
Or to fight the storm that I can already smell,
That it calls to me already, that I can already smell it, that it calls to me already.