Anocheciendo zambas [English translation]

When flowers sleep

laying in the stems

what a pain will have my pain

if you're not by my side.

What a crying will have the flowers

when the evening falls,

if they don't see you in my arms

and imagine you distant.

Don't go, I beg you

I want your hair, your hands,

the brook of my blood

is looking, looking for you.

The dreams you gave to me

are becoming pigeons

and this river of my body,

is tangling in the shadows.

A thirst of new flowers

make your name and mine;

for being woman you're the ground,

and for being man I'm a river.