Water in the wastes

Ho sete di te che non sei qui

Stella caduta dagli occhi

che voli sul mio deserto

I walk an endless plain, dusty and parched by the sun

Only unclear horizons bind these wastes,

Where my heart finds no direction

And my body falters under untold weariness

I look for her, but I can’t reach her

Dancing in front of my eyes

Uncatchable like a mirage

Leading the unwary traveller to lose his path

I am thirsty of her

Like spring water in the middle of the desert

An oasis of bliss hidden far inside a harsh land

The goal of my incessant march

Stripped of my weights, my pride and my anger,

My steed dead far behind me

My feet aching on the hard stones

I still walk, looking for that spring

I once drank briefly from that fountain

And since then, my thirst can not be quenched

But from another draught of that happiness

To soak my weary lips

Her smile, her silent surrender,

To give me life in discrete darkness

Under the cool shade of sleeping trees

My breath and hers becoming one

To make of intimacy love