Zamba Del Laurel

If the green had another name
It should be called dew
If it could grow from the water to the laurel
It would return to the childhood of the river
If it could grow from the water to the laurel
It would return to the childhood of the river

In the green laurel of your eyes
The mystery of the forest appears
And life once again becomes the flower of your skin
Under a sun of girl and aroma
And life once again becomes the flower of your skin
Under a sun of girl and aroma

Let me in the green
Celebrate the day
Because through the green
I return to life
I die to return
Gathering dew on the laurel flower
I die to return
Gathering dew on 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
Fills you with dew, forgetting
And I like knowing that a laurel scent
Fills you with dew, forgetting

Let me in the green
Celebrate the day
Because through the green
I return to life
I die to return
Gathering dew on the laurel flower
I die to return
Gathering dew on the laurel flower