Lucky May

LUCKY MAY May, May is welcome And by these roads, these lanes Young people come to home To sing to my sisters. What pretty they are With her golden hair And coloured lassos And my mother combing them To disentangle it. That is their faces What face so bright¡ Their lips, what loveliness¡ Painted with lipsticks Where the same Cupid A Kiss plant. Their eyes, waht pretty and lovely¡ As star lighting the same Sky. Their snub noses (I wish I could to have them¡) Silver twists are That none of the jeweller Knows draw Only mother Daniela As their ivory teeth And their two little bust Behind their white blouses As two early lemons With a dress of virgin With brads in its shorts Straight to the point Axle of dancing and music Moving their nice legs And their agile feet. And Me, now, an injured angel With all my features as seraph Imploring to our mother That she plays a May with me Dressing me as my sisters With Rosemary flowers With legominous flowers Puting in my hand A palm of Sun and Moon As my lovely sisters Because I want to dress as a little girl And don’t want to be more The Little man of the home In the Lucky May.