Re: Federico García Lorca 西班牙诗人洛尔伽 | Dec 06 2005- ȥɴ·ϣLorcaļʫ̹ģ
Riders Song
Crdova
Far away and alone.
Black pony, big moon,
And olives in my saddlebag.
Although I know the roads
Ill never reach Crdoba.
Through the plain, through the wind,
Black pony, red moon
Death is looking at me
From the towers of Crdoba.
Ay! How long the road!
Ay! My valiant pony!
Ay! That death should wait for me
Before I reach Crdoba
Crdoba
Far away and alone
Farewell
If I die,
Leave the balcony open.
The little boy is eating oranges.
(from my balcony I can hear him. )
If I die,
Leave the balcony open!
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