Luce nella notte

The fog that I breathe now It thins because in front of me An almost white sun rises in the east The light spreads and I This smell of mushrooms I make mine Following my memory towards the east Little boots and above her A race through the mud and her again Then her pink lips and finally us "Sorry if I don't speak Slavic yet" While she, who didn't understand, said "Good" And we rolled between 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 behold 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 That like a bright red sun Burns for me The still wet leaves Leave my hand cold and further away A song of pheasant rises to the east Someone shouts my name I wanted to get lost in this forest To read in silence a book written to the east The red hands a little rough My mouth in the embrace seek The white and soft breast between us "Tell me why you laugh, my love Am I really that funny?" I never knew her sweet answer The car that was leaving and behind her Stopped on the road far away now She who was chasing us in vain A rifle shot and there she 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 That like a bright red sun Burns for me Like a bright red sun Burns for me