Spanish (Español) translation of Antique

by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "Antique", op. 18 no. 3 (1939), published 1940 [ high voice and strings ], from Les Illuminations, no. 3

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J'ai tendu des  cordes de  clocher  à clocher; des
guirlandes de fenêtre  à fenêtre; des chaînes d'or
d'étoile à étoile, et je danse.

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Gracieux fils de Pan! Autour de ton front couronné
de  fleurettes et de baies,  tes yeux,  des boules
précieuses,  remuent.  Tachées de lies brunes, tes
joues se creusent.  Tes crocs luisent. Ta poitrine
ressemble à une cithare,  des tintements circulent
dans tes bras blonds.  Ton cœur bat dans ce ventre
où dort  le double sexe.  Promène-toi,  la nuit en
mouvant  doucement  cette  cuisse,  cette  seconde
cuisse et cette jambe de gauche.

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Confirmed with Monographie imprimée (Paris), 1886


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He tendido cuerdas de campanario a campanario; 
guirnaldas de ventana a ventana; cadenas de oro 
de estrella a estrella, y bailo.

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¡Gentil hijo de Pan! En torno a tu frente coronada 
de florecillas y de bayas, tus ojos, bolas 
preciosas, se agitan. Manchadas de heces pardas, tus 
mejillas se hunden. Relucen tus colmillos. Tu pecho 
parece una cítara, circulan 
tintineos por tus brazos rubios. Tu corazón late en ese vientre 
donde duerme el doble sexo. Paséate, de noche, 
moviendo suavemente ese muslo, ese segundo 
muslo y esa pierna izquierda.

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