On the beach of Guadalquivir Listen to how your voices are echoing A man has been murdered here today He was beaten for life like an animal Like a dolphin with wild beats Yes, like a wild boar in a cage His lips were red from their blood But four knives cut his life His soul was red from the murder of his voice And the knife in his chest was the murder of his voice And Antony and Taras Heredia You with your rich dark hair And your green skin with the shimmer of the moon You died of your red wounds And Antony is our hero You are dead, the black sea Soon you will die, soon you will be buried As no one can in the grave Remember the virgin, remember the virgin Mary Soon you will die, Antony You fell before four knives You fell on the side, helpless and heavy You are a mouth that never again Three glasses of wine, so shimmering and young An angel smiles and gives you peace When death is near and others are standing With a look of light, of sorrow and faith And lights wax candles at your grave © transcript Emily Beynon