Snow falls in the summertime And the Spring, the Winter, Fall. Livers bleed, like lovers, When the clocks forget To call. “Papá!” he cried, Even in her dreams. The birds all caw and crow and chirp, But their lovers never call. Sisters, sisters Can't call me brother, cousin, son. I've been dreamless for so long, I've lost my bones, my flesh My blood. But call and caw and crow, Carry on without delay, The sun will rise again On some unknown Winter's day.