La Luce Dell'Est

The fog I breathe in now
clears because in front of me
a nearly white sun rises in the east
The light spreads and I
make this smell of mushrooms mine
following my memory towards the east
Little boots and above her
a run in the mud and still her
then her pink lips and finally us
Sorry if I don't speak Slavic yet
while she, who didn't understand, said bravo
and we rolled among sighs and 'da'
Then sitting next to each other in a tavern
drinking a hot broth, what madness
I still felt her deeply mine
But a trampled branch and here I am
back with my thoughts.
And I listen to you
your step
your breath behind me
To you who are my present
to you my mind
and like light birds
all my thoughts fly away
to leave room only for your face
which like a red sun shining
burns for me.
The still wet leaves
leave my hand cold and further away
a pheasant's song rises in the east
someone shouts my name
I wanted to lose myself in this forest
to silently read a book written in the east
The slightly rough red hands
my mouth seeks in the embrace
the white and soft breast between us
Tell me why you laugh my love
that's just how funny I am
I never knew her sweet answer!
The car that was leaving and behind her
stopped on the road far away now
she was chasing us in vain
A gunshot and here I am
back with my thoughts
and I listen to you
your step
your breath behind me
To you who are my present
to you my mind
and like light birds
all my thoughts fly away
to leave room only for your face
which like a red sun shining
burns for me.