En esta tarde gris [English translation]

How I want to cry

On this grey afternoon,

With its pitter-patter

The rain speaks of you.

Regret knowing

that, for my fault, never,

my life, never will I see you.

My eyes, when they close

See you the same as yesterday,

Trembling as you1 implore

Again my love,

And today it's your voice that returns to me

On this grey afternoon:

Come,

- you said to me sadly -

For in this loneliness

my soul can bear no more...

Come,

And take pity on my pain,

For I'm tired of crying,

of suffering and waiting for you

And of always talking alone

with my heart.

Come,

Well, I love you so much,

that if you don't come today

I'll be drowned in tears

No,

No it can't be that it carries on like this,

with this love stuck in me,

Like a curse.

I couldn't understand

your desperation

and glad, I left

on the wings of another love.

How alone and sad I was

When I found myself so far

And I realised my betrayal

My eyes, when they close

See you the same as yesterday,

Trembling as you implore

Again my love,

And today it's your voice that flows in me

On this grey afternoon:

Come,

- you said to me sadly -

For in this loneliness

my soul can bear no more...

Come,

And take pity on my pain,

For I'm tired of crying,

of suffering and waiting for you

And of always talking alone

with my heart.

Come,

Well, I love you so much,

that if you don't come today

I'll be drowned in tears

No,

No it can't be that it carries on like this,

with this love stuck in me,

Like a curse.

1. could also be interpreted as being 'I'