La luce dell’est [English translation]

The fog I'm breathing is clear now because in front of me

A pretty warm sun has risen

The light spreads and i make this mushroom smell mine

Following my thought to the East

Small boots and above her a ride in the middle of the mud and her again

Then her red lips and finally us

Forgive me if i don't speak clear

While her, without understanding, said "Bravo!"

And we'd roll between sighs

Then we'll sit in a restaurant and have a hot soup, what a crazy thing

I was still deeply feeling she was mine

But i step over a branch and i return to my thoughts

And I'm listening to you, to your steps, to your breath behind me

You are my present and you are on my mind

And like little birds all my thoughts run in order to leave empty

The place for your face that like a red sun burns for me

The leaves are still wet and they leave behind my hand, and far away

There's a pheasant's song that comes from East

Tell me why you're laughing my love, am i so funny?

I've never found out her sweet answer

The car was leaving and behind me she stopped, but she was already far away

Her, that was repeating in vain the word "us"

One gunshot and i return to my thoughts

And i'm listening to you, to your steps, to your breath behind me

You are my present and you are on my mind

And like little birds all my thoughts run in order to leave empty

The place for your face that like a red sun burns for me

• Artist:Lucio Battisti
• Album:Il mio canto libero (1972)