Zamba del Laurel

If the green had another name
it should be called dew,
if it could grow from the water
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 comes to the surface of your skin
under a sun of girl and aroma.
and life once again comes to the surface of your skin
under a sun of girl and aroma.

Let me celebrate the day in the green
because through the green I return to life;
I die to return
collecting the dew in the laurel flower,
I die to return
collecting the dew in the laurel flower.

If the green knew your name
tenderness would not forget me,
because from you comes pure and simple greenness
like the simple greenness of life,
because from you comes pure and simple greenness
like the simple greenness of life.

Silence has become a bud for me
to wait for you at the riverbank
and I like to know that a laurel scent
filled you with dew of forgetfulness,
and I like to know that a laurel scent
filled you with dew of forgetfulness.