Remembering Chaga, little buddy, he says
Don't leave my arms
Stay lying like that on the grass
I want to go over you step by step
Don't leave my arms
Because today my arms are chains
I want that at last my hands
Today stay full of you
When the sun is hiding
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
And don't leave my arms
I want that at last my hands
Today stay full of you
When the sun is hiding
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