El poema de la lluvia triste - Mägo De Oz

Piangere es purgare L’pena

Desidretare tutto l’paura che cé in te

E’sudare la angoscia che ti piena

E’pivere tristezza per potere essere felice

Se despertó a medianoche a mirar

Si el reflejo del agua podía encontrar

Aquella risa que un día mudó

Y por segunda piel, de soledad se vistió.

Buscó respuesta en el aire,

Mientras el mar le arropó.

Pidió ayuda a su estrella,

Que le abandonó,

Pues olvidó llorar.

Llorar es purgar la pena,

Deshidratar todo el miedo que hay en ti,

Es sudar la angustia que te llena,

Es llover tristeza para poder ser feliz.

Cierra los ojos, abre el corazón,

Y aprende a ver con los ojos del alma — ella oyó -

Le hablaba el viento, le hablaba una flor,

Con la cadencia que tiene un susurro de amor.

Deja salir los fantasmas

Que amargan besos y dan,

A cambio de tus silencios,

Acopio de ansiedad,

Mutilada Paz.

Llorar es purgar la pena,

Deshidratar todo el miedo que hay en ti,

Es sudar la angustia que te llena,

Es llover tristeza para poder ser feliz.

Llorar es purgar la pena,

Deshidratar todo el miedo que hay en ti,

Es sudar la angustia que te llena.

¡Escucha, soy Gaia!

¡No castres tu rabia!

¡Que tu alma escupa el dolor!

Que llueva tristeza al llorar,

Y que sacie la amargura su sed.

Las lágrimas son el jabón

Que limpia de penas tu piel.

Llorar es purgar la pena,

Deshidratar todo el miedo que hay en ti,

Es sudar la angustia que te llena,

Es llover tristeza para poder ser feliz.

Piangere is purgare L'pena

Desidretare tutto l'paura che cé in te

I'll sweat the anguish that you feel

E'pivere tristezza per potere essere felice

He woke up at midnight to look

If the reflection of the water could find

That laugh that one day changed

And for a second skin, she got dressed out of loneliness.

She searched for an answer in the air,

While the sea covered him.

She asked her star for help from her,

that she abandoned him,

Well, she forgot to cry.

Crying is purging the sorrow,

Dehydrate all the fear that is in you,

It is sweating the anguish that fills you,

It is raining sadness to be able to be happy.

She closes her eyes, opens her heart,

And learn to see with the eyes of the soul — she heard -

The wind spoke to her, a flower spoke to her,

With the cadence she has a whisper of love.

let out the ghosts

That bitter kisses and give,

In exchange for your silences,

collection of anxiety,

Mutilated Peace.

Crying is purging the sorrow,

Dehydrate all the fear that is in you,

It is sweating the anguish that fills you,

It is raining sadness to be able to be happy.

Crying is purging the sorrow,

Dehydrate all the fear that is in you,

It is sweating the anguish that fills you.

Listen, I'm Gaia!

Don't castrate your rage!

May your soul spit out the pain!

Let it rain sadness when crying,

And let the bitterness quench his thirst for her.

tears are soap

That cleanses your skin of sorrows.

Crying is purging the sorrow,

Dehydrate all the fear that is in you,

It is sweating the anguish that fills you,

It is raining sadness to be able to be happy.