> In the green morning
> I wanted to be a heart.
> A heart.
>
> And in the ripe evening
> I wanted to be a nightingale.
> A nightingale.
>
> (Soul,
> turn orange-colored.
> Soul,
> turn the color of love.)
>
> In the vivid morning
> I wanted to be myself.
> A heart.
>
> And at the evening's end
> I wanted to be my voice.
> A nightingale.
>
> Soul,
> turn orange-colored.
> Soul,
> turn the color of love.
>
De Lorca, prietenul bun al lui Bunuel
