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Suite de Lorca (english) Rider's song Cordóba. Alone and far away. Black pony, great moon and olives in my saddlebag. Although I know the way, I'll never get to Cordóba. Through the wind, across the plain, Black pony, red moon Death is starring down at me from the towers of Cordóba. On the road, how long it is! Oh how brave my pony is! Oh death, how it waits for me before I get to Cordóba! Cordóba. Alone and far away.. The Scream The ellipse of a scream goes form hill to hill. From the olive trees a black rainbow will rise above the blue night like a viola bow. The scream has thrilled . long strings of the wind The cave people hold out their lamps. The moon peeps out When the moon rises bells fade away. And paths appear impassable when the moon rises. The sea covers the earth and the heart feels an island in the infinity. No one eats oranges under the full moon. You have to eat fruit. that is green and ice-cold When the moon rises with a hundred faces all alike, silver coins sob in the pocket. Dance from Malaga Death goes in and out of the tavern. Black horses and sinister people moce along the deep paths of the guitar. And there is a smell of salt and of woman's blood in the feverish spikenards of the seashore. |
