In the middle of the plots, let April, my friend, sparkle on our foreheads.
In front of the open ground, promise me the most beautiful of harvests for tomorrow.
Into the middle of the desert we will go, my love, and we'll get away
After us the deluge, provided that, transported, we'll dance until dawn.
If you're afraid, if you see that the riverbank is collapsing, lend an ear and you'll figure me out.
If you get hurt, if you feel that the riverbank is slipping away, close your eyes and in that gesture you'll forget me.
In the middle of the cyclone, an eye weighs*, my lover will stare at me, naked as the day I was born.
You smile, my love, no, don't stop.
If you're afraid, if you see that the riverbank is collapsing, lend an ear and you'll figure me out.
If you get hurt, if you feel that the riverbank is slipping away, close your eyes and in that gesture you'll forget me.
In the middle of the rubble, let April, my friend, sparkle on our foreheads.
If you're afraid, if you see that the riverbank is collapsing, lend an ear and you'll figure me out.
If you're afraid, if you see that the riverbank is collapsing, lend an ear and you'll figure me out.