Gacela Of The Dark Death Lyrics - Joan Baez

I want to sleep the dream of the apples 

To withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries 

I want to sleep the dream of that child 

Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas 

I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood 

That the putrid mouth goes on asking for water 

I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass 

Nor of the moon with the serpent's mouth that labors before dawn 

I want to sleep a while 

A while, a minute, a century 

But all must know that I have not died 

That there is a stable of gold in my lips 

That I am the small friend of the west wind 

That I am the immense shadow of my tears 

Cover me at dawn with a veil 

Because dawn will throw fists full of ants at me 

And wet with hard water my shoes 

So that the pincers of the scorpion slide 

For I want to sleep the dream of the apples 

To learn a lament that will cleanse me of the earth 

For I want to live with that dark child 

Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas 

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