The woman continues her travels as she foretells the coming of rain. With every raindrop that falls from the clear blue skies, she is reminded of her curious fate, one that cannot be washed clean by any amount of tears.
and real tears can be shed...
وبالمقدور ذرف الدموع
und echte Tränen fallen,
y derrame lágrimas de verdad,
y derrame lágrimas de verdad,
et que je pourrai 
verser des larmes,
e vere lacrime potranno essere versate,
e eu puder derramar lágrimas de verdade,