Since the days of my heart, I have been tired of this repetition, I want to cry, I want to cry, rain, rain, I miss to
lose myself, to be more or less free, to be lost in myself, to be separated from these people, I want the excuse to cry, I want to cry, come to
you, O kind, the excuse of my crying
from the days of my heart, I have been deprived of this repetition , I want to cry , rain, rain, I have missed
There is nothing left of me, I have read a story a hundred times, today the air is crying, my cheeks are covered with rain,
the cloud of my grief does not rain, the pain of silence cannot be read to me from behind the glass, the pain of silence cannot cure us, my heart has been taken
from this repetition , I want to cry, rain , my heart has been broken.