Mis Tres Puñales
Marife de Triana
My Three Daggers
Three daggers, I bought three daggers, for you to give me death.
Three daggers, three daggers, for you to give me death.
The first one, indifference,
smile that comes and goes
and enters the blood,
like a snow rose
The second, of betrayal
my back already senses it
leaving without spring
a tree of green mines
The third, make yourselves cold,
in case bravery has it,
and leave me a seashell
to love in present body.
