Blood Wedding - Black 47
Carlita is waiting down on C and ninth
In mantilla and lace and her lover's knife
Cries out for revenge but she's silent like a stone
And beautiful in her widow's weeds
I wait in the darkness forever now alone
Too late for any tear shedding
While his bride waits down on C and ninth
For her blood wedding
Why did you have to go out tonight
With the full moon in scarlet
And his silver knife
Waiting for you and the remains of your life
Ticking away like some pitiful clock
And I who could not even be called your wife
Safe and home in your bedding
And you the bridegroom off on your way
To your blood wedding
And the Ukrainian ladies light candles in the street
Where his body lay bleeding
And the projects are silent bracing for the heat
That must come from his blood wedding
Carlita why do you hate me so much
I long for your body
I die for your touch
On my burning skin and the smell of your perfume
Will always remain on my bed
But I died every time you entered his room
I could not let him go on living
And now you wait down on C and ninth
Dying to celebrate my blood wedding
I wait in the shadows of C and ninth
With my fingers caressing his sacred knife
You loved my body but he loved my soul
You thought you knew me
But what do men know
Except my lover whose shape is etched in chalk on the street
Soon to be washed away by the rain
While you wait in the darkness
Dreading the shock of my knife at your blood wedding
And the Ukrainian ladies light candles in the street
Where his body lay bleeding
And the projects are silent bracing for the heat
That must come from his blood wedding
And the Ukrainian ladies light candles in the street
Where his body lay bleeding
And the projects are silent bracing for the heat
That must come from his blood wedding
