Scena d'amore - I Cugini Di Campagna

Sulla roccia del fiume, sbattevi i tuoi panni

in ginocchio cantavi, le tue nènie tristi.

Con un lembo di veste asciugavi gli affanni

da un cespuglio fiorito, spiavo i tuoi gesti.

E uno stormo d’uccelli, gridavano a festa

disegnando dei quadri, un pòassurdi nel cielo.

E nell’acqua di lei, si specchiavano appòsta;

per sembrare piùbelli, quand’erano in volo.

E le dissi per scusa, che mi ero smarrito

mentre stavo cercando, un paese lontano.

Ma dagli occhi sapeva, che avevo mentito;

mi feci coraggio e le presi la mano.

La sua veste cadeva, nell’acqua del fiume

con le mani copriva, il suo primo rossore.

E gli uccelli appostati, su un filo di rame

guardavano gai, quella scena d’amore.

On the rock of the river, you beat your clothes

on your knees you sang, your sad neons.

With a hem of your garment you dried your troubles

from a flowering bush, I spied on your gestures.

And a flock of birds shouted in celebration

drawing pictures, a little absurd in the sky.

And in her water, they reflected themselves on the spot;

to look more beautiful when they were flying.

And I told her in excuse that I was lost

while I was looking for, a distant country.

But from her eyes he knew that I had lied;

I took courage and took her hand.

His dress of hers fell into the water of the river

of her with her hands he covered her, his first blush of her.

And the birds stationed on a copper wire

they looked gai, that scene of love.