Words by Frederico Garcia Lorca



On the darkened stage

Parralla maintains

A conversation with death

And the people are

Inhaling her sobs

And in the green mirror

Her long silk train

Sways back and forth

Lamps of crystal and green mirrors

She calls death but death never comes

Lamps of crystal and green mirrors

She calls death but death never comes

And she calls out again

And she calls out again