Текст песни Гарсиа Лорка, стихи. - Деревцо

Tsev, Village
To drought bloomed.

Girl to grove oilseed
walked the evening field
and hugged her wind
Windy friend bells.

On Andalusian horses
drove four equestrian
Dust settled on jackets,
On blue and green.
"We are going, beauties, in Cordova!"
The girl is not a word.

Three young Matadora
from the mountain passed the pass,
Silk saw orange,
Silver met steel.
"We are going, babe, in Seville!"
The girl is not a word.

When the evening fell,
Lilavoy Molay washed,
The young man made from the garden
Roses and lunar pools.
"Joy, go to Granada!"
And again in response, no word.

The girl remained in the field
tear the olives in the fog
and wind gray hands
Closed on the girl.

Tsev, Village
To drought bloomed.

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