Текст песни Федерико Гарсиа Лорка - Осенная песня

Today I feel in my heart
vague tremors of the constellations,
but deafen in the shower of fog
my path and song.
The light breaks my wings
and the pain of sorrow and knowledge
in a pure source of thoughts
rinsing memories.

All roses are white today
like my sorrow, like retribution.
And if they are not white,
then the snow bleached them together.
Before there were rainbows.
And the snow is falling over the soul.
Snowflakes - souls kisses
and whole scenes at times.
They are in the dark but they shine
for the one who carries them with him.

Snowflakes will melt on roses
but the snow of the soul remains
and in the clutches of the running years
he will turn into a shroud.

Does this snow melt
when death takes you and me away?
Or there will be another snow
and others - the best - roses?
Do we know peace and quiet
according to the teaching of Christ?
Or forever impossible
the solution to this question?

And if love is just a deception?
Who puts the breath of life in us,
if only dusk shadow
it gives us real knowledge.
Kindness - it may not be,
and Evil - it is near and hurts.

If hope fades
and misunderstanding will begin,
what kind of torch in the world
will illuminate earthly wanderings?

If fiction is blue
what will become of innocence, of a miracle?
What's with the heart, what's with the heart,
if love has no arrows?

If death is only death
what will become of the poet homeless
and with things that sleep
because no one will remember them?
O sun, sun of hopes!
Water transparency and clarity!
Children's hearts! New Moon!
Souls of the mute stones!
Today I feel in my heart
vague tremors of the constellations,
today all roses are white
like my sorrow, like retribution.