Amor de conuco [English translation]

Tell me if you will love me

I am a man of few words, Consuelo

I do not have anything to offer

a conuco, a rooster and a star

And the light of the morning

that comes through my window, sky

and the rivers and the mountain

and the wind that combs your hair

I would like to offer you the world and I can not

You have nothing to offer me

your look is the only thing I want

we will sleep when the day

lies on top of the landform

And the crickets will make their singing

Among herbs and grass we will dream

and from so much love your body

will make from my womb what I hope

a portrait of your love, I love you

You have nothing to offer me

your look is the only thing I want

we will sleep when the day

lies on top of the landform

And the crickets will make their singing

Among herbs and grass we will dream

and from so much love your body

will make from my womb what I hope

a portrait of your love, I love you