Canción del Jardinero

Look at me, I'm happy
Among the singing leaves
When he crosses the garden
The wind on a skateboard

When I go to sleep
I close my eyes and dream
With the smell of a country
Bloomed for me

I am not a dancer
Because I like to stay
Still on the ground and feel
That my feet have roots

I once studied
In a little book of weeds
Things only I know
And that I will never forget

I learned that a nut
She is wrinkled and old
But what can it offer?
Lots, lots, lots of honey

I am a faithful elf of the garden
When a flower is sad
I paint it with a brush
And I put a bell on it

I am a guardian and a doctor
From a gang of flowers
Who play dominoes
And then they get a cough

God walks around here
With rain shower
Or disguised as the sun
Peeking out from his balcony

I am not a great lord
But in my heaven on earth
I take better care of the treasure
Lots, lots, lots of love