Canción Del Naranjo Seco
Marta Gómez
Song of the Dry Orange Tree
Cut my shadow, lumberjack
Free me from the torment
Of seeing myself without oranges, lumberjack
Why was I born among mirrors?
The day spins me around
And the night copies me
In all its stars
I want to live without seeing myself, lumberjack
I want to live.
And ants and thistles,
I will dream that they are my leaves,
My leaves and my birds.
Cut my shadow, lumberjack
Lumberjack.
