Despedida
Si muero,
dejad el balcón abierto.
El niño come naranjas.
(Desde mi balcón lo veo.)
El segador siega el trigo.
(Desde mi balcón lo siento.)
¡Si muero,
dejad el balcón abierto!
Farewell
If I die,
leave the balcony open.
The boy is eating oranges.
(From my balcony I can see him.)
The reaper is harvesting the wheat.
(From my balcony I can hear him.)
If I die,
leave the balcony open!
Translated by Clark Winslow RossEtiquetas: Federico García Lorca |
Farewell
If I am dying,
leave the balcony open.
The child is eating an orange.
(From my balcony, I see him.)
The reaper is reaping the barley.
(From my balcony, I hear him.)
If I am dying,
leave the balcony open.
Translated by A. S. Kline