Words by Frederico Garcia Lorca
On the darkened stage
Parralla maintains
A conversation with d**h
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 d**h but d**h never comes
Lamps of crystal and green mirrors
She calls d**h but d**h never comes
And she calls out again
And she calls out again