Romance Sonambulo（1/1）
green, you green.
green wind. green branches.
t on the sea
and tain.
it
she dreams on her balcony,
green flesh, her hair green,
h eyes of cold silver.
green, you green.
under the gypsy moon,
all tching her
and s see them.
green, you green.
big stars
come he fish of shadow
t opens the road of dawn.
tree rubs its wind
s branches,
and t, cunning cat,
bristles its brittle fibers.
but who will come? and from where?
sill on her balcony
green flesh, her hair green,
dreaming in tter sea.
--my friend, i to trade
my horse for her house,
my saddle for her mirror,
my knife for .
my friend, i come bleeding
from tes of cabra.
--if it were possible, my boy,
id trade.
but no i,
nor is my house now my house.
--my friend, i to die
decently in my bed.
of iron, if ts possible,
s of fine chambray.
dont you see the wound i have
from my c up to my t?
--your we s has grown
ty dark brown roses.
your blood oozes and flees
around the coers of your sash.
but no i,
nor is my house now my house.
--let me climb up, at least,
up to the high balconies;
let me climb up! let me,
up to the green balconies.
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railings of the moon
ter rumbles.
nowo friends climb up,
up to the high balconies.
leaving a trail of blood.
leaving a trail of teardrops.
tin bell vines
rembling on the roofs.
a tal tambourines
struck at t.
green, you green,
green wind, green branches.
two friends climbed up.
tiff
in trange taste
of bile, of mint, and of basil
my friend, well me--
wter girl?
imes sed for you!
imes would s for you,
cool face, black hair,
on this green balcony!
over te
the gypsy girl was swinging,
green flesh, her hair green,
h eyes of cold silver.
an icicle of moon
er.
t became intimate
like a little plaza.
drunken “guardias civiles“
he door.
green, you green.
green wind. green branches.
t on the sea.
and tain.