There Will Come Soft Rains

from Shadows of life by Graveyard of Souls

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lyrics

Originally Ray Bradbury text

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And no one will know of the war, no one
Will care at last when it is done.

No one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone

Vendrán lluvias suaves y olores de la tierra,
y golondrinas que girarán con brillante sonido;
y ranas que cantarán de noche en los estanques
y ciruelos de tembloroso blanco,
petirrojos que vestirán plumas de fuego
silbarán en los alambres de las cercas;
y nadie sabrá nada de la guerra,
a nadie le interesará que haya terminado.
A nadie le importará, ni a los pájaros ni a los árboles,
si la humanidad se destruye totalmente;
y la misma primavera, al despertarse al alba
apenas sabrá que hemos desaparecido.