Текст песни Федерико Гарсиа Лорка - Улетающей Мерседес

By Federico Garcia Lorca
Collection: Poems of different years
Reading: Michelle Paffer
Music: Dario Marianelli - The Skies Do Not Fall

FLYING MERCEDES

Violet of Heights of Radiant Wound,
frozen over the steep volcano
you are the voice that worries relentlessly
blind and omnipresent - outside the larynx.

You are a close breath of snow,
your dreams are like the whiteness of a snowstorm.
Your face is a living wound for us
and the heart is a free dove in the fog.

Fly upward, not bound by the chase
the chant of the dawn that begins at the beginning,
Sing, lily, everything is bitter and bottomless,

so that we, bowing our heads, be silent,
and day and night flowed from the palms
a garland of endless sorrow.

Translated by N. Vanhanen