Romanbulo
Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
With the shade around her waist
she dreams on her baly,
green flesh, her hair green,
with eyes of cold silver.
Green, how I want you green.
Uhe gypsy moon,
all things are watg her
and she ot see them.
Green, how I want you green.
Big hoarfrost stars
e with the fish of shadow
that opens the road of dawn.
The fig tree rubs its wind
with the sandpaper of its branches,
and the forest, ing cat,
bristles its brittle fibers.
But who will e? And from where?
She is still on her baly
green flesh, her hair green,
dreaming iter sea.
--My friend, I want to trade
my horse for her house,
my saddle for her mirror,
my knife for her bla.
My friend, I e bleeding
from the gates of Cabra.
--If it were possible, my boy,
Id help you fix that trade.
But now I am not I,
nor is my house now my house.
--My friend, I want to die
detly in my bed.
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