The ship out on the sea

from my chest up to my throat?

An icicle of moon

How many times would she wait for you,

and the forest, cunning cat,

Tin bell vines

green flesh, her hair green,

Green, how I want you green.

The ship out on the sea.

Dont you see the wound I have

thirsty dark brown roses.

Green wind. Green branches.

My friend, I come bleeding

like a little plaza.

rｅad.99ｃｓｗ.cｏｍHow many times she waited for you!

through which the water rumbles.

up to the green balconies.

on this green balcony!

Your blood oozes and flees

The fig tree rubs its wind

from the gates of Cabra.

Under the gypsy moon,

--Let me climb up, at least,

The night became intimate

Now the two friends climb up,

Drunken "Guardias Civiles"

around the corners of your sash.

that opens the roadｈｔtｐｓ://reａｄ•９9ｃsw•ｃｏm of dawn.

A thousand crystal tambourines

bristles its brittle fibers.

Green wind. Green branches.

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But now I am not I,

where is your bitter girl?

Green, how I want you green.

Of iron, if thats possible,

nor is my house now my house.

with eyes of cold silver.

with the sandpaper of its branches,

in their mouths, a strange taste

cool face, black hair,

nor is 九*九*藏*書my house now my house.

Green, how I want you green.

green wind, green branches.

But now I am not I,

Over the mouth of the cistern

My friend, where is she--tell me--

Id help you fix that trade.

were pounding on the door.

--If it were possible, my boy,

green flesh, her hair green,

--My friend, I want to die

with blankets of fine chambray.

But who will come? And from where?

and she cannot see them.

She is still on h九_九_藏_書er balcony

my saddle for her mirror,

green flesh, her hair green,

with eyes of cold silver.

she dreams on her balcony,

Leaving a trail of blood.

--My friend, I want to trade

Leaving a trail of teardrops.

Let me climb up! Let me,

of bile, of mint, and of basil

up to the high balconies.

Green, how I want you green.

And the horse on the mountain.

struck at the dawn light.

up to the high balconies;

come with the fish of sh九九藏書adow

were trembling on the roofs.

With the shade around her waist

Big hoarfrost stars

Green, how I want you green,

and the horse on the mountain.

Railings of the moon

all things are watching her

--Your white shirt has grown

The stiff wind left

the gypsy girl was swinging,

The two friends climbed up.

decently in my bed.

my horse for her house,

holds her up above the water.

dreaming in the bitter sea.

my knife for her blanket.