Zamba Del Laurel

If the green had another name
It should be called dew,
If it could grow from the water
It would return to the childhood of the river.
In the green laurel of your eyes
The mystery of the forest peeks out
And life once again comes to the surface of your skin
Under a sun of girl and aroma.
And life once again comes to the surface of your skin
Under a sun of girl and aroma.

Let me celebrate the day in the green
Because through the green I return to life;
I die to return
Collecting dew in the laurel flower,
I die to return
Collecting dew in the laurel flower.

If the green knew your name
Tenderness would not forget me,
Because from you comes pure and simple green
Like the simple green of life,
Because from you comes pure and simple green
Like the simple green of life.

Silence has become a bud for me
Waiting for you on the riverbank
And I like knowing that a laurel scent
Filled you with dew of forgetfulness,
And I like knowing that a laurel scent
Filled you with dew of forgetfulness.