Lyrics Романс Федерико Гарсиа Лорка - Неверная жена

And at midnight on the edge of the valley
 I stole a stranger's wife
 but he thought she was innocent ...

 That was the night of Sant Jago,
 and, as if agreeing,
 around the lights went out
 and twinkled cicadas.
 I touched sleepy breasts,
 last alley past,
 and hot they opened
 Brushes night jasmines.
 And skirts, rustling starch,
 my ears were trembling,
 like silk curtains,
 shredded with knives.
 Growing into moonless twilight,
 the trees grumbled dully
 and distant dog bark
 the district was chasing us ...

 For blueberry blackberry
 cane reach
 I typed in the white sand
 her pitch braids.
 I pulled off the silk tie.
 She scattered outfit.
 I took off the belt with a cob,
 she is four corsages.
 Her jasmine skin
 glowed warm pearls
 more gentle than moonlight
 when it slides on the glass.
 And her thighs rushed,
 like trout caught,
 then the moon cold cold
 then white fire burned.
 And the best in the world dear
 until the first morning bird
 I raced this night
 satin mare ...

 To the one who is known as a man,
 do not be unruly
 and I will not repeat
 the words that she whispered.
 In the sand and kisses
 she left at dawn.
 Club Lily Daggers
 chasing after the wind.

 I behaved as I should,
 gypsy before the hour of death.
 I gave her a casket for memory
 and did not meet again,
 remembering the deception of that night
 at the edge of the river valley, -
 she was married,
 and swore to me that she was innocent.