Luyện nghe bài hát Gacela of the Dark Death

I want to the dream of the apples
To withdraw from the of cemeteries
I to sleep the dream of that child
Who to cut his heart on the high seas

I don't to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood
That the mouth goes on asking for water
I don't want to learn of the of the grass
Nor of the moon with the serpent's mouth that labors dawn

I want to sleep a while, a while, a minute, a
But all know that I have not died
That there is a of gold in my lips
That I am the friend of the west wind
That I am the shadow of my tears

Cover me at dawn a veil
Because dawn throw fists full of ants at me
And wet with hard water my
So the pincers of the scorpion slide