The Rain Between the Pages

A waiter is setting tables for three.

Outside, the people are running,
Their umbrellas disappear down the street.
I wonder where everybody is going,
And whether they're happy to be.

And I don't know why today feels heavy,
There's nothing I can really explain.
Perhaps it's just one of those afternoons,
When the heart remembers the rain.

So let it rain, let it rain,
Let the afternoon drift away.
I have nowhere I need to be,
And nothing is asking of me.

Some days are quiet, some days are blue,
Some thoughts return without asking you.
I'll turn the page, I'll take my time,
And let the world pass by.

I used to think that every moment
Had to lead somewhere in the end.
That every road must have a reason,
Every stranger must become a friend.

But some things pass without a warning,
Some people leave without goodbye.
And some memories are like old photographs,
Still beautiful, though faded with time.

La pluie tombe doucement,
Le temps s'en va lentement.
Je n'ai rien à demander,
Juste un moment pour respirer.

The rain falls quietly,
And time moves slowly.
I have nothing left to ask,
Just a moment to breathe.

So let it rain, let it rain,
Let the afternoon drift away.
I have nowhere I need to be,
And nothing is asking of me.

Some days are quiet, some days are blue,
Some thoughts return without asking you.
I'll turn the page, I'll take my time,
And let the world pass by.

Maybe tomorrow I'll feel lighter,
Maybe the sun will find its way.
But I don't need to borrow tomorrow,
To make some peace with today.

The coffee is cold, the book is closed,
The rain has softened on the road.
I'll leave a little later than planned,
With yesterday still in my hands.

La pluie s'en va,
Le jour s'endort.
And for tonight,
That is enough.