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.

By Federico García Lorca