La bella donna (October Blues)
Klaus Blasquiz / Laurent Cokelaere
La bella donna
My limbs are wasted with a flame
My feet are sore with traveling
For, calling on my lady’s name
My lips have now forgot to sing
And that is strange, so strange
O linnet in the wild-rose brake
Strain for my love thy melody
La bella donna della mia mente
And that is strange, so strange
She is to fair for any man
To see or hold his heart’s delight
My limbs are wasted with a flame
My feet are sore with traveling
La bella donna della mia mente
La bella donna della mia mente, so strange
La bella donna, la bella donna, la bella donna…
And that is strange, so strange
O linnet in the wild-rose brake
Strain for my love thy melody
O twining hands! o delicate
White body made for love and…
(in “Moods”, 2017)