You should surely foresee
The conformity to the natural law
The prose of the cycle that you still can't get used to
And haven't thouhgt before

The change taking place in forests
Fills endlessly your heart
All that had happened there before us
Is just inside

 Para qué es toda la gente
 Esta lluvia te oirá
 Las ventanas por el viento
 Estan cerrado ahora

 Mira - tu sol está muriendo
 Lo, qué siempre creí
 Las ventanas por el viento 
 Yo cerro aquí

And you surely see that nothing happens
Autumn falls and blows
Ripe apples in the gardens
These times August knows

With excitement you see either
And you'll try to be here
When the cycles of the others 
For [bad word]