Temps de pluja [English translation]

Any day, at dusk

From behind the windows

You hear its autumn breath

Sad and sweet, it's like a weeping

The wind draws near

And it knocks at our door

It sits at the table

You feel it there, it needn't say even a single word

To know that the end has come

The rainy season

Time to love, softly

To collect that which has been thrown all about

It's the rainy season.

We have to once again empty our closets

As the pages of the calendar

Fall, silent

Forget the boat at its dock

When neither love nor the beloved ever end

It sits at the table

You feel it there, it needn't say even a single word

For you to know that the end has come

The rainy season

Time to love, softly

To collect that which has been thrown all about

It's the rainy season

Next to the fire

There's room for us both

• Artist:Joan Manuel Serrat
• Album:Serrat 4