10 LYRICS BY LORCA: 3 Mute Kid

My third lyric by Lorca is more mysterious. The child's world gets tangled up in a surreal one, but there is a hint of memory at play in that lost, "far away" voice.

EL NIÑO MUDO                                          THE MUTE KID

El niño busca su voz.                                              The kid lost his voice.
(La tenía el rey de los grillos.)                                (The grasshopper king had it).
En una gota de agua                                               In a droplet of water
buscaba su voz el niño.                                           he's lost his voice, that kid

No la quiero para hablar;                                        I don’t want it to talk with;
me haré con ella un anillo                                      I’ll turn it into a ring
que llevarà mi silencio                                            for my dumb tongue to wear
en su dedo pequeñito.                                             on its little finger.

En una gota de agua                                               In a droplet of water
buscaba su voz el niño.                                           he's lost his voice, that kid.

(La voz cautiva, a lo lejos,                                       (Far away the kidnapped voice
su ponia un traje de grillo.)                                     put on a grasshopper suit.)