Square Pillar

Green, I love you green,

Green wind, green branches.

The boat on the sea

and the horse on the mountain.

On the face of the cistern

the gypsy rocked.

Green flesh, green hair

with cold silver eyes.

An icicle of moonlight

holds her over the water.

Green, I love you green.

Green wind, green branches.

Don't you see the wound I have

from my chest to my throat?

Let me climb, at least,

up to the high railings!

Let me climb, let me,

up to the green railings!

Railings of the moon

where the water rumbles.