L'ultima notte di caccia [English translation]

It always beats its exact time

The strong chest drum

Heart of war, always attentive

Heart of oak in the wind

Moon of May burns the wood

for a woman and a dream

Blond hair, tight hips

For a white woman

Weasel eyes, strawberry mouth

Cloud skin, piercing arrow

Moon of May, yellow crescent

Love cry of the moose

Shadows of wagons in the evening

Fires of foreign people

Flames that dance, eyes of ashes

remain invisible, the right moment will come

She said she will come

and that she has no snake tongue

In her warm body

the thirst for your sex will melt

For even more nights

the fruit will open

The frontier wolf will feed

The men are playing

Mouth to the brandy and eyes on her

They feel invincible

They don't know you're looking at them, and that you're there

The moon on her shoulders

Silver she will dress

The lover of the rebel she will be

Night running out of breath

Night of lurking fox

beats courage in the skin

between the holly and the stars

Bring your woman into your land

Inside your people, inside your history

All camp fires extinguished

Hold the waiting between your teeth

Steps on the path appear

Bite your breath

That's your woman, that's your strength

Pale men will never see her again

She said she will come

and that she has no snake tongue

On your tree body

the silk of her sex will melt

The dawn behind her

will dress in red

You will be the lover of the rebel

Last moon of your trip

wild cougar heart

Steps on the path appear

A flash of light, a shot

Weasel eyes, strawberry mouth

cloud skin, penetrating cold

Beats her time weird and tight

the strong drum of the chest

Sky heavy as rock

The last night of the hunt

Moon slipping behind a cloud

Breath of dust without understanding why ...