Threnody (Frida)

Lilacs blossom just as sweet now my heart is shattered if I bowl it down the street who´s to say it mattered if there´s one that rode away what would I be missing lips that taste of tears they say are the best kissing Eyes that watch the morning star seem a little brighter arms held out to darkness are usually whiter shall I bar the strolling guest bind my brow with willow when they say the empty breast is the softer pillow That a heart falls tinkling down never think it ceases every likely lad in town gathers up the pieces if there´s one gone whistling by would I let it grieve me? Let him wonder if I lie let him half believe me