Con Olor A Hierba

Don't leave my arms,
keep lying like this in the grass,
I want to love you step by step,
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 let you go slowly,
from my arms already weak,
you will shake your hair,
so that no one ever knows,

We will go with our souls,
and with the body,
with the scent of grass.

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