Федерико Гарсиа Лорка - Гитара
текст песни

It begins
Crying guitar.
Brokes
A bowl in the morning.
It begins
Crying guitar.
Oh, don't expect from her
Silence,
Don't ask her
Silence!
Tireless
The guitar cries,
like water through the channels - cries,
Like winds under the snow - cries,
Do not pray her for silence!
So the sunset of the dawn cries,
So the arrow cries without a target,
So the hot sand cries
About the cool beauty of camellia.
So goodbye to life bird
By the threat of snake sting.
About the guitar,
Poor victim
Five agile daggers!