Tell me if you're going to love me
I'm a man of little talk, Consuelo
I do not have to offer
a conuco, a cock and a star
And the morning light
coming in through my window, heaven
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
N? you have to offer me
your look is the only thing I want
we will sleep when the day
lie on top of the pasture
And the crickets will make their song
between weed and grass we are so
and how much love your body
har from my belly what I hope
a picture of your love, I love you
Only among all we can make this a better place :)