Amor De Conuco

Tell me if you're going to love me
I'm a man of few words, Consuelo
I have nothing to offer
a small farm, a rooster, and a star

And the morning light
that comes through my window, sky
and the rivers and the mountain
and the wind that brushes your hair
I would like to offer you the world and I can't

You don't have to offer me anything
your gaze is all I want
to sleep when the day
lays down on the pasture

And the crickets will sing
among grass and pasture we'll dream
and from so much love your body
will make of my belly what I hope for
a portrait of your affection, I love you.