Canción del Jardinero

Look at me, I'm happy
Among the leaves that sing
When you walk through the garden
The wind on a skateboard
When I go to sleep
I close my eyes and dream
With the smell of a country
Bloomed for me

I'm not a dancer
Because I like to stay
Still on the earth and feel
That my feet have roots

I once studied
In a little book of weeds
Things that only I know
And that I will never forget

I learned that a nut
She is wrinkled and old
But what can it offer?
Lots, lots, lots of honey

I am a faithful elf from the garden
When a flower is sad
I paint it with a brush
And I put a bell on it

I am a guardian and a doctor
From a bunch of flowers
They play dominoes
And then they get a cough

God is here
With rain shower
Or disguised as a sun

Peeking out onto his balcony
I am not a great lord
But in my heaven on earth
I take better care of the treasure
Lots, lots, lots of love