How many times did you watch when
young men returned from the duel
and each wanted a kiss
to wash his face?
the first one would be too rough
and the other would have too many wounds
neither to your arrogant heart
dear is not
the light on your window often
fades before the first rays of the day
when there is no one out there to peek
The bed is hard and the night is long
look at what weather is coming
and at home there is no pigeon to caress you
heavy rains are coming
through your window
only poplars are visible
over the city lightning strikes
you are asking in vain, who is coming...
fools in the mountains
brigands through the gates
the light on your window often
fades before the first rays of the day
when there is no one out there to peek
the bed is hard and the night is long
look at what weather is coming
and at home there is no pigeon to caress you
old guards are yawning
through your window
only poplars are visible
distant men are singing
you are asking in vain, who is coming
fools in the mountains
brigands through the gates
turn off everything
and be happy
as love has
just begun for us!