Bodas de Sangre

That I am not to blame, that the blame is on the earth
and that smell that comes from your chest and braids

Oh, that without reason I don't want bed or dinner with you
And there is no minute of the day that I don't want to be with you
Because you drag me and I go, and you tell me to come back
I follow you through the air like a blade of grass

Morning birds break through the trees
The night is dying on the edge of a stone
Let's go to the dark corner where I always want you
I don't care about people or the poison they throw at us

That I am not to blame, that the blame is on the earth,
and that smell that comes from your chest and braids