La Pomeña (Girl From La Poma)
Pedro Aznar
Eulogia tapia in la poma
Gives her tenderness to the air
If she passes over the sand
She went stepping on the moon
The wheat that she cuts
Matures by her waist
Looking at alfalfa flowers
Her black eyes become blue
The willow of your house
Is crying for you
Because they take you away, eulogia
For carnival
Her face gets covered with flour
Her shadow gets covered with sand
Chanting and disenchanting
Her sorrows get jumbled up
She comes on a white horse
The caja drum trembles in her hands
And when she sinks into the night
She is a dark dahlia
