Llueve, Duele y Llueve - Mari Trini перевод на английский

Llueve, Duele y Llueve

De recuerdos 30 años respiró
Dentro de su casa,
Esperando el momento en que, por fin,
Abrirán su jaula.
Llueve, duele, llueve...
Estar tan sola duele.
Duele, llueve, duele...
Hasta en su alma llueve.
Aún despierta, entre sueños,
Preguntará sin cesar
El por qué se marchó su amor
Sin la dirección dejar.
Y tiritando con el alba
Sin parar le buscará,
Fija la vista en su foto,
Pregunta y preguntará:
¿Tú por qué no me avisaste, amor,
Que ibas a la infinidad?
30 años dedicado a un amor
Guardado en su mente:
Un amor que se visitó de eternidad
Sin comprar billete.
Llueve, duele, llueve...
Estar tan sola duele.
Llueve, duele, llueve...
Hasta en su alma llueve.
Aún despierta, entre sueños,
Preguntará sin cesar
El por qué se marchó su amor
Sin la dirección dejar.
Y tiritando con el alba
Sin parar le buscará,
Fija la vista en su foto,
Pregunta y preguntará:
¿Y por qué no me avisaste, amor,
Que ibas a la infinidad?
De recuerdos 30 años se vistió
Justo hasta noviembre.
Ese día heredé la soledad
De su callada muerte.
Llueve, duele, llueve...
Estar tan sola duele.
Duele, llueve, duele...
En mi alma también llueve.

It's Raining, It Hurts, and It's Raining

For 30 years, she has breathed only memories
Inside her house,
Waiting for the moment when finally,
They will open her cage.
It's raining, it hurts, it's raining...
Being so alone hurts so much.
It hurts, it rains, it hurts...
Even her soul feels like it's raining.
Still awake, between dreams,
She will ask without ceasing
Why her love left
Without leaving a forwarding address.
And shivering at the break of dawn
She will search for him without end,
Her gaze fixed on his photo,
She will ask and ask again:
Why didn't you tell me, my love,
That you were going to infinity?
30 years dedicated to a love
Preserved in her mind:
A love that wore the cloak of eternity
Without buying a ticket.
It's raining, it hurts, it's raining...
Being so alone hurts so much.
It hurts, it rains, it hurts...
Even her soul feels like it's raining.
Still awake, between dreams,
She will ask without ceasing
Why her love left
Without leaving a forwarding address.
And shivering at the break of dawn
She will search for him without end,
Her gaze fixed on his photo,
She will ask and ask again:
Why didn't you tell me, my love,
That you were going to infinity?
For 30 years, she has been cloaked in memories
Right up until November.
That day, I inherited the solitude
Of her silent death.
It's raining, it hurts, it's raining...
Being so alone hurts so much.
It hurts, it rains, it hurts...
Even my soul feels like it's raining too.