L.Cohen, Ph. Glass - The Night of Santiago (F.G.Lorca) | Текст песни

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The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do

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She said she was a virgin
That wasn't what I heard
But I'm not the Inquisition
I took her at her word

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And yes she lied about it all
Her children and her husband
You were meant to judge the world
Forgive me but I wasn't

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The lights went out behind us
The fireflies undressed
The broken sidewalk ended
I touched her sleeping breasts

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They opened to me urgently
Like Lillies from the dead
Behind a fine embroidery
Her nipples rose like bread

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Her petticoat was starched and loud
And crushed between our legs
It thundered like a living cloud
Beset by razor blades

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No silver light to plate their leaves
The trees grew wild and high
A file of dogs patrolled the beach
To keep the night alive

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We passed the thorns and berry bush
The reeds and prickly pear
I made a hollow in the earth
To nest her dampened hair

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Then I took off my necktie
And she took off her dress
My belt and pistol set aside
We tore away the rest

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Her skin was oil and ointments
And brighter than a shell
Your gold and glass appointments
Will never shine so well

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Her thighs they slipped away from me
Like schools of startled fish
Though I've forgotten half my life
I still remember this

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That night I rode the best of roads
Upon a mighty charger
But very soon I'm overthrown
And she's become the rider

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Now as a man I won't repeat
The things she said aloud
Except for this my lips are sealed
Forever and for now

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And soon there's sand in every kiss
And soon the dawn is ready
And soon the night surrenders
To a daffodil machete

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I gave her something pretty
And I waited 'til she laughed
I wasn't born a gypsy
To make a woman sad

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I didn't fall in love of course
It's never up to you
But she was walking back and forth
And I was passing through

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When I took her to the river
In her virginal apparel
When I took her to the river
On the night of Santiago

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And yes she lied about her life
Her children and her husband
You were born to get it right
Forgive me but I wasn't

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The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
And I took her to the river
As any man would do

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