They and we

Heroines of the Spanish legends
Dying, loving,
No reproaches, no tears, no sobs.
We are childishly afraid of suffering
And we only know how to cry, loving.

The lushness of the castles, the wildness of the hunt,
Trials of the prison, -
All of us are attracted, but they will ask us: "Who are you?"
We can not drive the drowsiness away
And we will not be able to say who we are.

We are all books in a row, all the tunes!
Therefore, at dawn
Children's sin is not clear to us Eve.
Because, as the Spanish virgins,
We do not perish, loving, at the stake.

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.