The fog I'm breathing is clear now because in front of me
A pretty warm sun has risen
The light spreads and i make this mushroom smell mine
Following my thought to the East
Small boots and above her a ride in the middle of the mud and her again
Then her red lips and finally us
Forgive me if i don't speak clear
While her, without understanding, said "Bravo!"
And we'd roll between sighs
Then we'll sit in a restaurant and have a hot soup, what a crazy thing
I was still deeply feeling she was mine
But i step over a branch and i return to my thoughts
And I'm listening to you, to your steps, to your breath behind me
You are my present and you are on my mind
And like little birds all my thoughts run in order to leave empty
The place for your face that like a red sun burns for me
The leaves are still wet and they leave behind my hand, and far away
There's a pheasant's song that comes from East
Tell me why you're laughing my love, am i so funny?
I've never found out her sweet answer
The car was leaving and behind me she stopped, but she was already far away
Her, that was repeating in vain the word "us"
One gunshot and i return to my thoughts
And i'm listening to you, to your steps, to your breath behind me
You are my present and you are on my mind
And like little birds all my thoughts run in order to leave empty
The place for your face that like a red sun burns for me