Gacela Of The Dark Death

	作词 : Lorca
	I want to sleep the dream of the apples
	To withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries
	I want to sleep the dream of that child
	Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas
	I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood
	That the putrid mouth goes on asking for water
	I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass
	Nor of the moon with the serpent's mouth that labors before dawn
	I want to sleep a while
	A while, a minute, a century
	But all must know that I have not died
	That there is a stable of gold in my lips
	That I am the small friend of the west wind
	That I am the immense shadow of my tears
	Cover me at dawn with a veil
	Because dawn will throw fists full of ants at me
	And wet with hard water my shoes
	So that the pincers of the scorpion slide
	For I want to sleep the dream of the apples
	To learn a lament that will cleanse me of the earth
	For I want to live with that dark child
	Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas

	zuò cí : Lorca
	I want to sleep the dream of the apples
	To withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries
	I want to sleep the dream of that child
	Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas
	I don' t want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood
	That the putrid mouth goes on asking for water
	I don' t want to learn of the tortures of the grass
	Nor of the moon with the serpent' s mouth that labors before dawn
	I want to sleep a while
	A while, a minute, a century
	But all must know that I have not died
	That there is a stable of gold in my lips
	That I am the small friend of the west wind
	That I am the immense shadow of my tears
	Cover me at dawn with a veil
	Because dawn will throw fists full of ants at me
	And wet with hard water my shoes
	So that the pincers of the scorpion slide
	For I want to sleep the dream of the apples
	To learn a lament that will cleanse me of the earth
	For I want to live with that dark child
	Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas