Yesterday's Rain Hasn't Dried Away Yet
Yesterday's rain hasn't dried away yet. Green water soaks the grass... The forsaken fields are filled with melancholy. And orache plants are drooping. I wander in the streets, over puddles, The autumn day is both timid and wild. And in every man I meet on my way I want to discern your dear face. You are ever more mysterious and beautiful, Gazing into the unclear horizon. For you there's only our happiness And my faithful comradeship. And if death, following God's will Were to close your eyes with its hand, I swear that like a shadow in an open field I would follow death and you.