El Poeta Dice La Verdad
La Trampa
The Poet Tells the Truth
I want to cry my sorrow and I tell you
So that you love me and cry for me
In a nightfall of nightingales
With a dagger, with kisses and with you
I want to kill the only witness
For the murder of my flowers
And turn my tears and my sweats
Into an eternal pile of hard wheat
May the thread never end
Of I love you, you love me, (always burning)
With a decrepit sun and old moon
I want to cry my sorrow and I tell you
So that you love me and cry for me
In a nightfall of nightingales
With a dagger, with kisses and with you
I want to kill the only witness
For the murder of my flowers
And turn my tears and my sweats
Into an eternal pile of hard wheat
May the thread never end
Of I love you, you love me
With a decrepit sun and old moon
May the thread never end
Of I love you, you love me
With a decrepit sun and old moon
What you don't give me and I don't ask of you
Will be for death, which leaves
No shadow on the trembling flesh
What you don't give me and I don't ask of you
Will be for death, which leaves
No shadow on the trembling flesh
What you don't give me and I don't ask of you
Will be for death, which leaves
No shadow on the trembling flesh
