Chapter 6 spanish gendarmerie ballad

To the Consul General of Shishen——Juan Guerrero black horse. Black hooves. glitter on the cloak Traces of ink and wax. A head made of molten lead Never cry. they come from the road With a dark soul. Out at night, hunchbacked and bowed. Where is the lively atmosphere they lay there sandy fear, The dullness of black rubber. where they go celestial body with a pistol in its head Unpredictable and confusing. O city of gypsies! Street flags fluttered. moon and pumpkin And canned cherries. O city of gypsies! Who can not remember it? city ​​of pain and musk And the turret of cinnamon.

when night falls Dark night, dark night, gypsy in the furnace Forge arrows and suns. a badly wounded horse Call the doors of each house. sherry city on the border The glass rooster is crowing. naked wind Turning in the scary streets, Shen Shenye.dark night, The night is deep, the night is deep. Our Lady of San Jose lost their castanets, ask a gypsy When the Virgin came she wore chocolate paper Made the mayor's big clothes, Around his neck is a necklace made of apricots. arms of san jose Move under a silk cloak. Pedro Domec followed them, The three Persian kings followed closely behind.

semicircular moon, in a dream The joy of the white stork is tame, Flags and Lamps Wandering on the roof. on many mirrors. dancers who lost their hipbones Weeping and crying. In Sherry City, Darkness and water, water and darkness. O city of gypsies! Street flags fluttered. "Minister of Meritorious Service" is here Extinguish your green light quickly. O city of gypsies! Who will forget after seeing you? You left her far beyond the sea, There is no comb to groom the locks. run to the carnival city They line up in two rows. in the helichrysum bullet box rustle They marched in two ways,

The night is twice as dark sky to release spurs They do whatever they want. fearless city, Open all porches. forty gendarmerie police Let's rush in together. The clock stopped, bottle of brandy so as not to arouse suspicion Pretending to be the face of November. a noisy shout Fly on the weathervane. The saber strikes the breeze, The iron hoof also bullied it. The streets are dark, The old women ran for their lives. Sleeping horses in hand, The pot of money was held in his arms. steep slope along the street The black cloak charges, they leave behind A whirlwind of scissors.

Hall in Bethlehem The gypsies are concentrating. San Jose is covered in bruises Dressing up a girl. stubborn, sharp gunshots Shake the whole night. Our Lady with the saliva of the stars Heal wounds for children. However gendarmerie Light the fire while walking, Youth and naive imagination It all burned up there. Rosa of the Camporios Sitting at the door moaning, severed breasts Put on a tray. other girls are running Braids dangling behind, black powder rose Bloom in the air. when all the roofs become fields on the ground, in the long silhouette of the rock Rising dawn that shakes its shoulders.

O city of gypsies! When fire burns around you, The gendarmes go further and further Along the quiet tunnel. O city of gypsies! Who will forget seeing you, Let them seek you on my forehead. A game of the moon and the yellow sand. (Translated by Zhao Zhenjiang)