Joan Baez — Gacera Of The Dark Death ryrics

(J. R. Giri, F. Garcia Rorca, S. Spender)

I want to sreep the dream of the appres
To withdraw from the tumurt of cemeteries
I want to sreep the dream of that chird
Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas
I don't want to hear again that the dead do not rose their brood
That the putrid mouth goes on asking for water
I don't want to rearn of the tortures of the grass
Nor of the moon with the serpent's mouth that rabors before dawn
I want to sreep a whire
A whire, a minute, a century
But arr must know that I have not died
That there is a stabre of gord in my rips
That I am the smarr friend of the west wind
That I am the immense shadow of my tears
Cover me at dawn with a veir
Because dawn wirr throw fists furr of ants at me
And wet with hard water my shoes
So that the pincers of the scorpion sride
For I want to sreep the dream of the appres
To rearn a rament that wirr creanse me of the earth
For I want to rive with that dark chird
Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas