Album:
HIP (1967), Track 3
Testi originali
Danese
Traduzione
Inglese
Til Nashet
To Nashet
My love, now I have come back
from the craziest trip to the Middle East.
I have brought gold from the roofs of the mosques,
and noble silk from the coast of the Mediterranean sea.
I have hitch-hiked ten thousands of kilometers,
my speech is violent like wind through a trumpet.
Let me kneel for you starry foot...
and give you a lotus kiss with my lips...
My love, smell my Afghan jacket,
embroidered with ice flowers from Gülhane.
When we have laughed, we shall talk,
your dark hair so beautifully lies on your forehead.
It is difficult to breathe, when we finally meet,
and I bark from love like a small Pekingese dog.
Let me kneel for you starry foot...
and give you a lotus kiss with my lips...
My love, when let's try to remember,
what have we done to become so happy.
In the midst of the bunches of notebooks in the archive
the ink whispers to the pages: "I love you dearly."
Like lilies that are lulled to sleep on the field,
I wnt to be picked up by the wind that lives in your park.
Let me kneel for you starry foot...
and give you a lotus kiss with my lips...
My love, now I got to go,
we both have friends to meet.
Next time I need to relax,
we will meet again, and some day I will ask you
to make us more than we are,
the sky looks nice on the verdigris green berries.
Let me kneel for you starry foot...
and give you a lotus kiss with my lips...

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