Do I?

Do I do what I can do?

Do I do what I want to do?

Do I do what I'm deserve to do?





SILENCE

Ditty of First Desire

Federico García Lorca

Ditty of First Desire

In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
A heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.

(Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.)

In the vivid morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.

And at the evening's end
I wanted to be my voice.
A nightingale.

Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.

من در خطرناک زندگی می‌کردم

چقدر چکاره‌ام

حالا که هیچ کاره‌ام

چقدر چند کاره‌ام

دیگر به درد نمی‌خورم

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