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...