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, black umbrellas came to pursue me. Faceless people, as they passed, were looking through me, no one knew me. 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. Yesterday I saw a city, full of shadows, without pity. And I heard the steady rain, whispering your name, whispering your name. Esta tarde vi llover, vi gente correr, y no estabas tú. El otoño vi llegar al mar, oí cantar, y no estabas tú. Ya no sé cuánto me quieres, si me extrañas o me engañas, yo sólo sé que vi llover, vi gente correr, y no estabas tú. And I heard the steady rain, whispering your name, whispering your name. And I heard the steady rain, whispering your name, whispering your name. And I heard the steady rain, whispering your name, whispering your name.