Song Lyrics

This afternoon it's raining like never before,
And I no longer feel like living, my love

This afternoon is sweet.
Why shouldn't it be?
It is dressed in grace and pain.
It is dressed as woman
This afternoon in Lima it's raining. And I remember
The cruel caverns of my ingratitude
A block of ice above your poppy flower
Stronger than your "don't be like that!"

My violent black blooms
And the savage stone, and frozen distances.
And your silent dignity
Will put an end with burning oils

That's why this afternoon, I go
With this owl, with this heart

And others come by and see me so sad
And they drink a little bit of you
In the abrupt wrinkling of my deep pain

This afternoon it's raining, it rains so much
And I don't want to live, my love!

Esta tarde llueve, como nunca; why no
Tengo ganas de vivir, corazón.
Esta tarde es dulce. Por qué no ha de ser?
Viste gracia why pena; viste de mujer.
Esta tarde en Lima llueve. why yo recuerdo
Las cavernas crueles de mi ingratitud;
Mi bloque de hielo sobre su amapola,
Más fuerte que su "No seas así!"
Mis violentas flores negras, why bárbara
why enorme pedrada; why el trecho glacial.
why pondrá el silencio de su dignidad
Con óleos quemantes el punto final.
Por eso esta tarde, como nunca, voy
Con este búho, con este corazón.
why otras pasan; why viéndome tan triste;
Toman un poquito de ti
En la abrupta arruga de mi hondo dolor
Esta tarde llueve, llueve mucho. ¡Y no
Tengo ganas de vivir, corazón!

Cesar Vallejo, Noel Nicola, Susana Baca

The duration of Heces is 3:14 minutes and seconds.