Romance Sonambulo

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.