If one day, you
will come away with me,
my love,
we will go together to live there—
in my valley—
where I learned to love the sun
because it makes the grass grow in the meadows—
where I learned to love the rain
because it fills the wells with water.
If one day, you
will come away with me,
my love,
we will go together to live there—
in my valley—
where people work the fields
from morning to night
without worrying about dressing up
and always wearing a beard.
If one day, you
will come away with me,
my love,
we will go together to live there—
in my valley—
and if, on that day, you will not come
I will have to cry but I will go alone—
because, if one day I must die,
I want to die in my valley.