My heart rests, by the cold fountain.
(Fill it with threads,
spider of silence.)
The fountain-water sang it the song.
(Fill it with threads,
spider of silence.)
My heart, waking, sang its desires.
(Spider of nothingness,
spin your mystery.)
The fountain-water listened sombrely.
(Spider of nothingness,
spin your mystery.)
My heart falls into the cold of the fountain.
(White hands, far-out,
hold back the water.)
The water carries it, singing with joy.
(White hands, far-out,
nothing there in the water!)
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My heart rests, by the cold fountain.
(Fill it with threads,
spider of silence.)
The fountain-water sang it the song.
(Fill it with threads,
spider of silence.)
My heart, waking, sang its desires.
(Spider of nothingness,
spin your mystery.)
The fountain-water listened sombrely.
(Spider of nothingness,
spin your mystery.)
My heart falls into the cold of the fountain.
(White hands, far-out,
hold back the water.)
The water carries it, singing with joy.
(White hands, far-out,
nothing there in the water!)
1898 - 1936/Spanish