My beloved Spain, [this live Spain, this dead Spain]*
poet's verses are now waking from your holy siesta
Where is your eyes? Where are your hands? Where's your head?
My beloved Spain, [this new Spain, this old Spain]*
of quiet wings, of the black bandage on flesh wound
Who went hungry like you? Who drank your blood when you were dry?
My beloved Spain, this Spain of mine,this Spain of our,
My beloved Spain, [this Spain in doubt, this certain Spain]*
People of his word and of bitter skin,
your promise is sweet, I want to be your land,
I want to be your grass when I die
*censured part .
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(popular singer DURING THE period OF FRANCO)
ReplyDeleteMy beloved Spain, [this livING Spain, this dead Spain]
poet's verses are now waking from your holy siesta
Where ARE your eyes? Where are your hands? Where's your head?
My beloved Spain, [this new Spain, this old Spain]
of quiet wings, of the black bandage on OPEN woundS
Who went hungry like you? Who drank your blood when you were dry?
My beloved Spain, this Spain of mine, this Spain of ourS,
My beloved Spain, [this Spain in doubt, this certain Spain]
People of THEIR word and of bitter skin,
your promise is sweet, I want to be your land,
I want to be your grass when I die
Thanks Matt. I make mistakes really stupids.
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