Fornicazione - Franco Battiato

Fornicammo mentre i fiori si schiudevano

Al mattino e di noi prendemmo piacere

Sì, l’un l’altro.

Libero

Ora la mia mente andava

Seguiva le orme delle cose che pensava

Una canzoncina ardita mi premeva

Le ossa del costato…

E, il desiderio di tenere

Le tue tenere dita

Vorrei tra giaculatorie di versi spirare —

E rosari composti di spicchi d’arancia

E l’aria del mare

E l’odore marcio di un vecchio porto

E come pesce putrefatto putrefare

We fornicated while the flowers opened

In the morning and we took pleasure in it

Yes, each other.

Free

Now my mind was going

He followed in the footsteps of the things he thought

A daring song pressed me

The side bones ...

And, the desire to keep

Your tender fingers

I would like to expire between ejaculations of verses -

And rosaries made up of orange wedges

And the air of the sea

And the rotten smell of an old port

And like rotting fish putrefying