Remembering Chaga, little buddy, he says
Stay lying like that on the grass
I want to go over you step by step
Because today my arms are chains
I want that at last my hands
And the stars shine in your eyes
And I feel the cold on my back
Of the dark night that is coming
From my hands, already without strength
So that nobody ever knows it
We'll leave with the soul
And with the body smelling of grass
I want that we get mixed up
With the countryside and the grass
Like an ear of grain and like a tree
Like a branch of dry leaf
I want that at last my hands
And the stars shine in your eyes
And I feel the cold on my back
Of the dark night that is coming
From my hands, already without strength
So that nobody ever knows it
We'll leave with the soul
And with the body smelling of grass