Текст песни Александр Градский - Баллада о Гарсиа Лорке

Song of Garcia Lorca
(Nikolay Aseev

Why are you Spain
I looked at the sky
when García Lorco
taken away for execution?
Andalusia knew
and Valencia knew -
Well earth
did not moan under the feet of the killers ?!
Why did you cross your arms
and your lips are compressed,
when the song is native
saw off to death ?!
They did not take him to the wall,
not on the square, -
led away, deceiving,
to the orange grove.
He walked proudly
picking oranges on the way
and throwing in a big way
into ponds and bogs;
those fruits
under the moon
golden in the water
and did not descend to the bottom,
and did not want to drown.
As if tore from the sky
and he threw planets, -
so always before death
poets arrive.
But the ponds were drying up
and the fruits wither
and the traces of his gait
disappeared.
And the gendarmes were sitting
sipping lemonade
and the words of his songs
humming to myself.