No Paraba De Llover - Nena Daconte

Me contaron los del mercado que arriba, en el número 23, vive una mujer con

balcones rotos y jirones en la piel, y los ojos color miel

Y en los días de lluvia, sale a pasear hasta el banco que queda donde la

estación de tren.

Y allí canta canciones para quien quiera escuchar

La nostalgia que trajo desde su hogar, y la historia de una vieja manta que se

olvidó en aquel cajón del aparador

Que ocupaba la pared donde colgaban las fotos que no pudo recoger cuando tuvo

que salir, aquel día que no paraba de llover.

Y en el banco que queda donde la

estación de tren, ella canta canciones para quien quiera escuchar

Me contaron los del mercado que han puesto flores en el balcón por los hijos

que ella perdió, porque no tuvo tiempo de quedarse haciendo el amor

Alguien se lo llevó, ni una triste rosa le dejó

Y en el banco que queda donde la estación de tren, ella canta canciones para

quien quiera escuchar

La nostalgia que trajo desde su hogar, y la historia de una vieja manta que se

olvidó en aquel cajón del aparador, aquel día que no paraba de llover

Those in the market told me that upstairs, at number 23, lives a woman with

Broken balconies and tatters on her skin, and her honey-colored eyes

And on rainy days, she goes for a walk to the bench where she

train station.

And there she sings songs for whoever wants to listen

The nostalgia that she brought from her home for her, and the story of an old blanket that

she forgot in that dresser drawer

That she occupied the wall where they hung the photos that she couldn't pick up when she had

to go out, that day when it did not stop raining.

And in the bank that remains where the

train station, she sings songs for whoever wants to listen

Those from the market told me that they have put flowers on the balcony for the children

that she lost, because she didn't have time to stay making love

Someone took him away, not even a sad rose left him

And on the bench that is where the train station is, she sings songs for

who wants to listen

The nostalgia that she brought from her home for her, and the story of an old blanket that

she forgot in that dresser drawer, that day it didn't stop raining