Richard Blanco - Burning in the Rain [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Someday compassion would demand
I set myself free of my desire to recreate
My father, indulge in my mother's losses
Strangle lovers with words, forcing them
To confess for me and take the blame
Today was that day: I tossed them, sheet
By sheet on the patio and gathered them
Into a pyre. I wanted to let them go
In a blaze, tiny white dwarfs imploding
Beside the azaleas and ficus bushes
Let them crackle, burst like winged seeds
Let them smolder into gossamer embers --
A thousand gray butterflies in the wind
Today was that day, but it rained, kept
Raining. Instead of fire, water -- drops
Knocking on doors, wetting windows
Into mirrors reflecting me in the oaks
The garden walls and stones swelling
Into ghostlier shades of themselves
The wind chimes giggling in the storm
A coffee cup left overflowing with rain
Instead of burning, my pages turned
Into water lilies floating over puddles
Then tiny white cliffs as the sun set
Finally drying all night under the moon
Into papier-mâché souvenirs. Today
The rain would not let their lives burn