La bella donna

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)