Is my eyes open? do I dream ? I always see a floating child calling to me !

The lonely trembling soul can ache
When night is on the way;
There is a dance: let's go
to see the dancer.

It's good they took away
The big flag from the side-walk,
For should it still be there
I doubt if I could enter.

The dancer is arriving now,
Haughty and pale of face;
Why say she is Galician?
Not so; she is divine.
The Dancer with her lonely
Trembling soul retune.