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Yesterday I Heard The Rain

Songwriters: Armando Manzanero Featuring: Alejandro Sanz Lyrics, Tony Bennett

Yesterday I heard the rain whispering your name
Asking where you’d gone
It fell softly from the clouds on the silent crowds
As I wandered on

Out of doorways
Dark umbrellas came to pursue me
Faceless people as they passed were looking through me
No one knew me

Esta tarde vi llover
Vi gente correr
Y no estabas tu.

El otoño vi llegar
Al mar oi cantar
Y no estabas tu.

Yo no se cuanto me quieres
Si me extrañas o me engañas.

Solo se que vi llover
Vi gente correr
Y no estabas tu.

Yesterday I saw a city
Full of shadows, without pity
And I heard the steady rain whispering your name
Whispering your name.

Y no estabas tu.
 

Original lyric…

Yesterday I shut my eyes
Face-up to the skies, drinking in the rain
But your image still was there floating in the air
Brighter than a flame

Esta tarde vi llover
Vi gente correr
Y no estabas tu.

La otra noche vi brillar
Un lucero azul
Y no estabas tu.

La otra tarde vi que un ave enamorada
Daba besos a su amor ilusionada..y no estabas.

Esta tarde vi llover
Vi gente correr
Y no estabas tu.

El otoño vi llegar
Al mar oi cantar
Y no estabas tu.

Yo no se cuanto me quieres
Si me extrañas o me engañas.

Solo se que vi llover
Vi gente correr
Y no estabas tu.

Yo no se cuanto me quieres
Si me extrañas o me engañas

Solo se que vi llover
Vi gente correr
Y no estabas tu.
Y no estabas tu.
and...

Ayer escuché la lluvia susurrando su nombre
Preguntando dónde te habías ido
Cayó suavemente desde las nubes de la multitud silenciosa
Mientras recorría en 

Fuera de las entradas paraguas negro me vino a buscar
Gente sin rostro al pasar buscando a través de mí
Nadie me conocía 

Ayer cerré los ojos, boca arriba a los cielos
Potable en la lluvia
Sin embargo, su imagen aún estaba allí flotando en el aire
Más brillante que una llama 

Ayer vi una ciudad llena de sombras sin piedad
Y oí la lluvia constante susurrando su nombre
Susurrando su nombre
Ayer vi una ciudad llena de sombras sin piedad

How do you keep the music playing?
How do you make it last?
How do you keep the song from fading too fast?
How do you lose yourself to someone
and never lose your way?
How do you not run out of new things to say?
And since you know we’re always changing
Why should it be the same?

And tell me how year after year
You’re sure your heart will fall apart
Each time you hear a name?
I know the way I feel for you is now or never
For I love the more that I’m afraid
That in your eyes I may not see forever, forever

If we can be the best of lovers
Yet be the best of friends
If we can try with every day to make it better as it grows
With any luck then I suppose
The music never ends

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Beannacht

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O'Donohue, Echoes of Memory

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