Ráfaga
Pasaba mi niña.
¡Qué bonita iba
con su vestidito
de muselina!
Y una mariposa
prendida.
¡Síguela, muchacho,
la vereda arriba!
Y si ves que llora
o medita,
píntale el corazón
con purpurina.
Y dile que no llore
si queda solita.
Flash of light
She passes by, my girl.
How prettily she goes by!
With her little dress
of muslin.
And a captive
butterfly.
Follow her, my boy, then
up every byway!
And if you see her weeping
or weighing things up, then
paint her heart over
with a bit of purple
and tell her not to weep if
she were left single.
Translated by A. S. KlineEtiquetas: Federico García Lorca |
