There fades the boom of life, quite teasing,
And back is the affairs' tide.
But wind through a black velvet's singing
About the future and somewhere's life.
Where shall I wake? In other country?
Not in this gloomy land, isn't it?
And won't I be just abundant
To recollect this life in dream?
Who'll give me life? A doj's descendant,
A merchant, fisher, or a priest,
In the future dark who's sweetly sharing
The bed with my, but future mother?
Perhaps, with a nice canzone's singing
My future father in Venecia
Is catching ear of young girl, fore-feeling
Through this light song his son with tender.
And really, in that next century
To me, just baby - will the fate
Force then to open my eyes near statue -
A lion on the column great?
Mother, what sings the string indinstinctly?
May be you're dreaming of the shawl,
Which could provide me, the baby dear,
From wind, from lagoon with a word?
No! All, that was in life - is living!
All dreams, the bad thoughts - go away!
The wave of a backward tide is stealing
Me to the velvet night again!
20 aug 1909