Lo, the clouds arrive, but He, He does not come, alas, He does not come.
Lo, the clouds arrive, the heart, watching, fades away.
Fades away, lo, the clouds arrive, lo, the clouds arrive.
His thunderous roar, a cruel arrival, heedless,
My own cries He will not hear.
Alas, He will not hear my cries.
The days somehow pass, but who can endure the nights?
Tell me now, oh tell me now,
Tell me now, oh tell me now,
From my heart, you do not depart, alas, lo, the clouds arrive.
With such love, what harvest can one reap?
With such love, what fruit can one find?
My fragile life, He torments and heaves,
Tell me now, oh tell me now,
Tell me now, oh tell me now,
From my heart, you do not depart, alas, lo, the clouds arrive.
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