Con olor a hierba [English translation]

Don't get out of my arms,

stay laying, like this, on the grass,

I want to amble you step by step,

creep over you, like ivy.

Don't get out of my arms,

that today my arms are chains,

because I want that my hands

would be full of you, today.

When the sun begins to hide 1,

and the stars may shine in your eyes,

and I would feel on my back

the cold of the approaching dark night,

I will let you go, slowly,

from my already strengthless arms.

You will shake your hair

so that nobody will, ever, know.

We'll take off with soul and body

smelling like grass.

Don't get out of my arms,

stay laying, like this, on the grass,

I want to amble you step by step,

creep over you, like ivy.

I want us to be blended

with the field and with the soil

like spike and like tree,

like branch and like dry leaf.

When the sun begins to hide...