Translation:The Black Heralds (1918)/Rain
In Lima... In Lima it’s raining
the dirty water of a pain
so lethal! It’s raining
from a leak in your love.
Don’t pretend to be asleep,
remember your troubadour;
that I now understand... I understand
the human equation of your love.
In the mystical dulzaina, the stormy
gem is thundering and treacherous is
the witchery of your “yes.”
But, it falls, it falls, the downpour
on the coffin, of my path,
where I decay for you.