Your long dress that grazes the grass, and that your sweetness that is dressed up, I have recognized, my woman. From dream up was short, if I followed you do not remember, I dreamed of you without seeing you, my lady. Your hands antique open slightly, and incline your fruit, your land is rich; I have not waited in vain, my lady. If I followed you do not remember, I believed you effortlessly, without pain I’ve wanted to, my lady. Your eyes wide erase the signs, look at me and I do not run away, listen to me and I duck, I did not smile in vain, my lady. Nothing is ever lost, if I got cold I do not remember, I touched you without seeing you, my lady.