The Postman (Il Postino), Poetry and Music Suite/Poor Fellows歌词

[00:05.90]What it takes on this planet,
[00:08.49]to make love to each other in peace.
[00:12.38]Everyone pries under your sheets,
[00:14.66]everyone interferes with your loving.
[00:17.49]They say terrible things about a man and a woman,
[00:22.28]who after much milling about,
[00:24.50]all sorts of compunctions,
[00:26.67]do something unique,
[00:28.53]they both lie with each other in one bed.
[00:31.58]I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive,
[00:34.32]or sneeze as they please.
[00:36.22]Whether they whisper to each other in swamps about illegitimate frogs,
[00:40.10]or the joys of amphibious living.
[00:43.84]I ask myself if birds single out enemy birds,
[00:47.43]or bulls gossip with bullocks before they go out in public with cows.
[00:52.33]Even the roads have eyes and the parks their police.
[00:55.56]Hotels spy on their guests,
[00:58.40]windows name names,
[01:00.49]canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.
[01:05.15]All those ears and those jaws working incessantly,
[01:09.97]till a man and his girl
[01:11.31]have to raise their climax,
[01:13.53]full tilt,
[01:14.83]on a bicycle.