Letra de Song For Lorca
The line of her headband Into the night of her ears The fountain of hair between those lipsDrink it before it's not pure anymore Drink it before it's not pure anymoreGypsy won't have anything with her She said the line in her hand is too new And he'll come from across the waterWell his victory comes slow but true Victory comes slow Victory comes slow but true Victory comes slowI Life in Grenada Death in Seville Dying down in sweet Barcelona The moon's coming in for the killSunrise attacking a finger She writes a word in the sand So green So fast So goodPoetry came true this time Poetry came true Poetry came true this time Poetry came trueWe're blind Death in Seville