Ditty of First Desire

By Federico Garcia Lorca

In the green morning

I wanted to be a heart.

a heart.

And in the ripe evening

I wanted to be a nightingale.

A nightingale.

(Soul,

turn oranged colored.

Soul, turn the color of love.)

In the vivid morning

I wanted to be myself.

A heart.

And at the evenings end

I wanted to be my voice

A nightingale.

Soul,

turn orange colored.

Soul,

turn the color of love.