La Luce Dell'Est

The fog that I breathe now
It thins out because in front of me
An almost white sun rises in the east
The light spreads and I
I make this mushroom smell my own
Following my memory to the east

Little boots and above her
A run through the mud and she's there again
Then her pink lips and finally us
Sorry I don't speak Slavic yet
While she who didn't understand said: Good
And we rolled between sighs and from

Then we sat next to each other in a tavern
Drinking a hot broth, what madness
I still felt it deeply mine
But a branch trampled on and behold
I return with my thoughts

And I listen to you
Your step
Your breath behind me

To you who are my present
My mind is yours
And like light birds
All my thoughts flee
To leave only room for your face
Like a bright red sun
It burns for me

The leaves still wet
They leave my hand cold and further on
A pheasant's song rises in the east
Someone shouts my name
I wanted to get lost in this forest
To read silently a book written in the east

The red hands a little rough
My mouth in the embrace they seek
The white and soft breast between us
Tell me why you laugh my love
That's just how funny I am
His sweet answer I never knew

The car that was leaving and behind her
Stopping on the road far away now
She who chased us in vain
A shot from a rifle and there it is
I return 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 flee
To leave only room for your face
Like a bright red sun
It burns for me

Like a bright red sun
It burns for me