Con Olor a Hierba

Don't leave my arms,
keep lying there in the grass,
I want to walk you step by step,
to explore you like ivy.

Don't leave my arms,
because today my arms are chains,
because I want my hands
to be full of you today.

When the sun is setting,
and the stars shine in your eyes,
and I feel the cold on my back
of the dark night approaching;
I will slowly release you
from my arms already weak.
You will shake your hair
so that no one will ever know,
we will leave with our souls
and our bodies with the scent of grass.

Don't leave my arms,
keep lying there in the grass,
I want to walk you step by step,
to explore you like ivy.

I want us to blend
with the field and the earth,
like spike and tree,
like branch and dry leaf.

When the sun is setting...