Siembra Labrador

In your woman's womb
I have sown a seed because I feel like a farmer
And lying by your side, watchful and protective
I am taking care for the bud to become a flower

Eight moons have passed
They have grown in your waist and your body will keep
With its fragile wrapping the seed of love
The most precious gift that God gives

With the vigilance of a patient farmer
I will take care of the rain and the winds
When the day comes
That the new being is born
A thousand doves to the skies I will release