P. Verlaine Il pleure dans mon cour версия 3

I’m weeping for nothing.
In suit with the rain.
But what is my suffering
To make my heart worried?

The raindrops are chiming
The music of streets
When I wish for nothing,
By it I’m enlivened.

There is no occasion.
But I look so wretched.
Severe depression.
And no medication.

Because I don’t know
It’s the most dire nightmare.
My heart fulled of woe
Cannot beat any more.