Joan Manuel Serrat "Temps de pluja" lyrics

Temps de pluja

Qualsevol dia al capvespredarrera de la finestrasents el seu alè de tardortrist i dolc es com un plorque el vent ens acostai que truca a la porta.Ell seu a taula,el sents allí, no li cal dir una paraulaper saber que ha arribat el fiel temps de pluja,temps dèstimar-se a mitja veu,de collir el que van llencar a tot arreu,es el temps de pluja.Cal tornar a buidar l'armarimentre els fulls del calendarivan caient sense fer soroll,d'oblidar la barca al moll,quan mai no s'acaba l'amor ni l'estimadaEll seu a taula,el sents allí, no li cal dir una paraulaper saber que ha arribat el fi,el temps de pluja,temps de estimar-se a mitja veu,de collir el que van llencar a tot arreu,es el temps de plujaa prop del foc,per a tots dos hi ha lloc.

Rainy Times

Any day, at duskFrom behind the windowsYou hear its autumn breathSad and sweet, it's like a weepingThe wind draws nearAnd it knocks at our door

It sits at the tableYou feel it there, it needn't say even a single wordTo know that the end has comeThe rainy seasonTime to love, softlyTo collect that which has been thrown all aboutIt's the rainy season.

We have to once again empty our closetsAs the pages of the calendarFall, silentForget the boat at its dockWhen neither love nor the beloved ever end

It sits at the tableYou feel it there, it needn't say even a single wordFor you to know that the end has come

The rainy seasonTime to love, softlyTo collect that which has been thrown all aboutIt's the rainy seasonNext to the fireThere's room for us both