Another Lorca Translation

Malagueña
Federico Garcia Lorca

La muerte
entra y sale
de la taberna.

Pasan caballos negros
y gente siniestra
por los hondos caminos
de la guitarra.

Y hay un olor a sal
y a sangre de hembra,
en los nardos febriles
de la marina.

La muerte
entra y sale
y sale y entra
la muerte
de la taberna.

Malagueña

Death
comes and goes
from the tavern

Passing along the deep
paths of the guitar are
midnight horses
and sinister personas

There is the smell
of brine and the blood
of female comrades
in the sickly ferns of the
shipyard

Death
comes and goes
goes and comes
from the tavern