Il Pescatore

In the shadow of the last sun
a fisherman had fallen asleep
and had a long furrow on his face
like a kind of smile.

An assassin came to the beach
two big childlike eyes
two huge eyes of fear
were the mirrors of an adventure.

And he asked the old man for bread
I have little time and too much hunger
and he asked the old man for wine
I'm thirsty and I'm an assassin.

The old man opened his eyes to the day
he didn't even look around
but poured the wine and broke the bread
for those who said I'm thirsty and hungry.

It was the warmth of a moment
then off again into the wind
in front of his eyes the sun again
a fisherman behind his back.

A fisherman behind his back
and the memory is already pain
it's already the regret of an April
gone in the shadow of a courtyard.

Two gendarmes came on horseback
they came on horseback with weapons
they asked the old man if nearby
an assassin had passed by.

But in the shadow of the last sun
the fisherman had fallen asleep
and had a long furrow on his face
like a kind of smile
and had a long furrow on his face
like a kind of smile.