Текст песни Федерико Гарсиа Лорка - Гитара

Begins
crying guitar.
Crashes
morning cup.
Begins
crying guitar.
Oh don't expect from her
silence
don't ask her
silence!
Tirelessly
the guitar is crying
like water through the canals - crying,
like the wind under the snow - crying,
do not pray for silence!
So the sunset cries for the dawn
an arrow cries without a target
so hot sand crying
about the cool beauty of camellias.
So a bird says goodbye to life
by the threat of a snake sting.
Oh guitar
poor victim
five nimble daggers!