Here's a very rough (and probably not very accurate) translation:
It rained on the road, naked rain, rain that kills the last day of journey. I want to go to sleep and not hear you. To say that the time got the better of everything. Names without home, without goal, means without end...to end the winter, to stain me until in fund to the heart, long worthy every path to be plowed. To yield the waves of the destiny, now in full, while the sun in the sky stumbles on as if same. You wrote on my body that it is not the end.
Best La Quiete song. Absolutely amazing.
Here's a very rough (and probably not very accurate) translation:
It rained on the road, naked rain, rain that kills the last day of journey. I want to go to sleep and not hear you. To say that the time got the better of everything. Names without home, without goal, means without end...to end the winter, to stain me until in fund to the heart, long worthy every path to be plowed. To yield the waves of the destiny, now in full, while the sun in the sky stumbles on as if same. You wrote on my body that it is not the end.