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.

Federico Garcia Lorca