Текст песни Романс Федерико Гарсиа Лорка - Неверная жена

And at midnight to the edge of the valley
 I stole a stranger’s wife,
 but I thought she was innocent ...

 That was the night of Sant Iago,
 and, as if delighted,
 in the district the lights went out
 and the cicadas flickered.
 I touched sleepy breasts
 the last lane is past
 and hot they opened
 brushes of night jasmines.
 And skirts, rustling starch,
 my ears were trembling
 like silk curtains
 shredded by knives.
 Growing into a moonless dusk
 grunted trees dull
 and a distant dog barking
 chasing the county ...

 Behind a blue blackberry
 in the reed reach
 I typed in white sand
 her resin braids.
 I pulled off a silk tie.
 She scattered the outfit.
 I took off my holster belt
 she is four corsages.
 Her jasmine skin
 shone with warm pearls,
 more tender than moonlight
 when he glides on the glass.
 And her hips were rushing
 like caught trout
 then the moonlight chilled
 it burned with white fire.
 And the world's best dear
 until the first morning bird
 rushed me tonight
 satin mare ...

 To the one who is known as a man,
 not to be immodest,
 and I will not repeat
 the words that she whispered.
 In the grains of sand and kisses
 she left at dawn.
 Daggers of Clubs of Lilies
 after the wind was cut.

 I acted as I should
 gypsies to death.
 I gave her a casket for memory
 and didn’t meet again,
 remembering the deception of that night
 at the edge of the river valley, -
 she was married
 but I swore that she was innocent.