Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Rain lyrics

The afternoon has brightened up at last For rain is falling, sudden and minute. Falling or fallen. There is no dispute: Rain is a thing that happens in the past. Who hears it fall retrieves a time that fled When an uncanny windfall could disclose To him a flower by the name of rose And the perplexing redness of its red. Falling until it blinds each windowpane, Within a suburb now long lost this rain Shall liven black grapes on a vine inside A certain patio that is no more. A long-awaited voice through the downpour Is from my father. He has never died.