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el sabroso oficio / del dulce mirar GóngoraWie schwer es ist, die Schönheit zu begreifen! Günter Eich

jueves, 12 de junio de 2014

Marianne Faithfull - Scarborough Fair

Marianne Faithfull fotografiada por David Redfern


SCARBOROUGH FAIR

Are you going to Scarborough fair?
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
remember me to one who lives there
she once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(on the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
(tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
without no seams nor needlework
(blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
then she'll be a true love of mine
(sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land
(on the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
parsely, sage, rosemary 
and thyme
(washed is the ground with so many tears)
between the salt water and the sea strand
(a soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(war bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
(generals order their soldiers to kill)
and to gather it all in a bunch of heather
(and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough fair?
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
remember me to one who lives there
she once was a true love of mine-