Federico Garcia Lorca

  



                     It’s true


                 Ay, the pain it costs me

                 to love you as I love you!



                 For love of you, the air, it hurts,

                 and my heart,

                 and my hat, they hurt me.



                 Who would buy it from me,

                 this ribbon I am holding,

                 and this sadness of cotton,

                 white, for making handkerchiefs with?



                 Ay, the pain it costs me

                 to love you as I love you!