Keep lying, like that, on the grass
I want to walk you step by step
That today my arms are chains
I want that at last my hands
When the sun's going down
And in your eyes the stars shine
And on my back I feel the cold
Of the dark night that's coming
From my hands, now without strength
So that nobody ever knows
We'll leave with the soul
And with the body smelling of grass
With the field and with the grass
Like an ear of grain and like a tree
Like a branch of dry leaf
I want that at last my hands
When the sun's going down
And in your eyes the stars shine
And on my back I feel the cold
Of the dark night that's coming
From my hands, now without strength
So that nobody ever knows
We'll leave with the soul
And with the body smelling of grass