Ballad of the rain at dawn.
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It's five o'clock in the morning
and I notice the start of rain,
factor that causes me joy
because the fertile land gain,
the cattle will have pure water
and the fields will be in bloom again.
Without a doubt, it is God's rain of life
that will not fall in vain.
The ballad sounds on my guitar
singing to that rich rain
and what will make the summer
go away with its dry pain,
and production in the wide field
will become a laborious chain.
Long live God, long live the rain!!!