Amor de Conuco

Tell me if you're going to love me
I'm a man of few words
Consolation
I have nothing to offer
A small farm, a rooster, and a star.

And the moon in the morning
That comes through my window, sky
And the river and the mountain
And the wind that combs your hair,
I would like to offer you the world
And I can't.

There's nothing you have to offer
Your gaze is all I want
We'll sleep when the day
Lies down in the pasture.

And the crickets will sing
Among grass and pasture we'll dream
And from so much love
Your body will make of me
What I hope for
A portrait of your affection I want.