Let's do it (old nostalgic adolescent song)

How can you be so sure
That this place is safe?

See the trees?...
This looks like a false Autumn:
The red leaves may actually be the eyes
of disguised wolves.

They are probably just waiting
For the lost moment
Where we will be doing it
On the road.

Do not trust me,
Do not trust youself,
Do not trust anybody
As long as we will be still here!

I just want to run out
Of this small town,
Get rid of the neighbor’s eyes;

I just want to ride back
Into my youth
With you only, and a brilliant
Old red car.

I want to drive for hours
Surrounded by sweet loud music,

Among real old maternal trees,
Through endless forest paths.

I dream of returning
To the place where the rivers still flow
With pure waters;
Like in good old times
When fish caressed our skins
In a naked company.

Trust me only
When we will reach that cabin
And you will look splendid
Near a candle light.

Here everything is already
Contaminated.

So, as long as I was lucky enough
To have known you
Even if I can not remember
Exactly where and how;

Available, longing for my arm
Just in the middle of the road;
And as you told me that I can
Still protect you
Like in good old times,

A new, unexpected hope in me has grown
That we may learn something together,

Near the river flow, before we sleep,
Before this season' death.

So please trust me, follow me,
Watch what I do,
Listen to what I write,
Sing this song with me.

Tell me that I am great,
give me your naked attention.

Let’s shelter together
Under an Indian blanket
There, very far away
from this small town.

There, were the wolves are still
Our best friends,
Let us mesh our bodies
In the real fallen chestnuts
Of a brown yellow color.

Like embraced serpents
In a ritual of true Autumn,

Before disappearing
Into the Winter darkness
Of some mysterious intimacy.


voj 2007