Текст песни Codra Foymal - Федерико Гарсиа Лорка - Сонет

I 'm afraid of losing this bright miracle
 that in your eyes moist frozen in silence ,
 I'm afraid of the night , which will not
 touch the face to your breath rose .

 I'm afraid that my branches dead pile
 pave the mysterious shore will ;
 I do not want to wear for him everywhere
 those fruits , which will hide the worms suffering .

 If my treasure coveted took you with him ,
 if you my pain , that no quarter asked ,
 even if nothing at all I can not stand -

 Let my last loss spike not mow
 and let your will stream strewn with foliage ,
 that drops leaving my fall.