Suave, Suave

An oak tree.
A sun that is a mirror.
A vineyard.
The taste of some salt stones.
The moss of the sleeping spirit,
whitening it with lime.
A nap and forgetfulness.
Pink daisies.
January and its reflection.
The wind of life.
Carmencita under that cherry tree.
Tuberoses drawn with ink on your belly.
Forgetfulness napping in the breeze of a pine.
Smooth, smooth descends the hill.
Green, smooth until reaching the sea.
Smooth, sweet my life goes away,
behind Lucia my life goes.
Smooth, smooth descends the hill.
Slowly my love fades.
Smooth, smooth descends the hill.
Slowly reason falls asleep.
The thunder drum in the storm.
No paths where there should be jungles.
Wildlife that dazzles in the ravines.
Rose syrup of aromatic tongues.
Pink daisies.
February and its promises.
The courtship of the beasts.
Green butterflies like ivy leaves.
Alone, in front of sleeping fields.
We were, we are, and forgetfulness.
Smooth, smooth descends the hill.
Green, smooth until reaching the sea.
Smooth, sweet my life goes away,
behind Sofia my life goes.
Smooth, smooth descends the hill.
Slowly my love fades.
Smooth, smooth descends the hill.
Slowly reason falls asleep.
The evening gently falls asleep
white sails from the port will depart.