Forgive me, holy mother, forgive me,
For I have forsaken the pines of our mountains,
upon which, in spite of every evil,
arose a castle in the honor of the blessed you;
hate, celestial goddess, on the wellhead of mercy,
where your earthly being has sinned:
Full of repentance I kiss your pure skirts,
Santa Maria della Salute.
Isn't it prettier to carry your beauty,
to become the pillar of your vaults
instead of, keeping the beauty of the world warm,
burning your heart and shoes into ashes;
sinking inside a ship, rotting inside a table,
of the Satan's pine and the devil's oak?
Isn't it prettier to spend an eternity inside you,
Santa Maria della Salute?
Forgive me, mother, I went through great hardships,
I repented great sins,
whatever my young heart ever dreamed of,
the breeze of reality tore it all to pieces,
what I yearned for, what I hoped for,
it's all long turned to ashes and dust,
my spiteful enemies live a life of ease,
Santa Maria della Salute.
The rotten and the evil have poisoned me,
but still I won't curse anybody,
I don't want the world to blame anyone
for whatever sadness there had been upon me;
because, whatever broke the wings of my soul,
and with it smothered her flight,
it's all a product of this mad head of mine,
Santa Maria della Salute!
That's when my fairy showed herself before me,
this sight of mine had never before seen such beauty;
from the black darkness she, wonderfully, dawned before me
like the cheerful song in the break of dawn,
with ease she healed all of my wounds,
but started the pain of a bigger wound:
What will I do with the peace, with the mad sadness,
Santa Maria della Salute?
She looked at me. My conscious soul
had never before been a witness of such a look;
with what sparkled from her eyes
she could've melted the ice of a million universes,
she offered me everything, whatever I had yearned for,
suffering and happiness, sorrow and honey,
all of my soul, all of my needs,
all my eternity I would give for you, you wonderful moment!
Santa Maria della Salute.
What have the pitiful I done to deserve all that wonderfulness?
What have I done to deserve all that treasure?
What have I, old, at the brisk of my life,
done to deserve that sweet fruit which is yet to ripen?
Oh you sweet Tantal fruit,
why couldn't you have ripen sooner for me?
Excuse my sinful, vainly wishes,
Santa Maria della Salute.
Two forces had fought inside me,
Brain and heart, logic and lust.
Long they fought a horrid battle,
like a wild storm and an old oak:
then finally the loving forces were defeated,
the winding brain remained in power,
the reason and the tension of the evil mind,
Santa Maria della Salute.
Logic pressed onto me, I bended my heart,
wisely I ran from the happiness, mad
I ran away from her - and she passed.
Eclipsed the Sun, an eternal coldness began,
burnt away the stars, the heavens started crying,
began the end of the world and the terrible judgement.
Oh, end of the world, oh terrible judgement,
Santa Maria della Salute!
With my heart broken, with my head confused,
her memory is a sacred temple of mine,
when she comes to me from above,
it's almost like God himself shows up:
In my soul full of pain ice shows,
I see through her now, and because of her I know all about
why wise brains twirl,
Santa Maria della Salute.
She comes to me in my dreams. Not when
my burning wishes call for her,
she comes to me whenever she feels like it,
mystical powers are her servants.
She always carries new happenings with her,
heavenly fits loved by the Earth.
That's how she shows me the way to her,
Santa Maria della Salute.
With us it's like we're husband and wife,
but without the worries and the constant work,
everything is soft, and wanted,
passion is coming to us in Heaven's shadow:
she is now much older than I,
up there I will be young,
up there where the differences between all times keep quiet,
Santa Maria della Salute.
And our children are my poems,
the eternal pathway of our meetings,
they're neither being written nor sung,
they're only everything that can pierce the air with its soul.
Only the two of us can understand it,
it's a new thing in Heaven,
it's something that prophets can only sense briefly,
Santa Maria della Salute.
And when I feel like my head is about to burst
up against that life's turbulent end,
my most beautiful dream will become reality,
my last breath her "I'm finally here!"
From the nothingness into the glory of all glories,
from her absence into Heaven, into Heaven!
Into Heaven, into Heaven, into her embrace!
Every wish will awake up there,
the soul strings will sing it all,
we're going to amaze the world,
all of the gods, let alone people,
we're going to move the roads by stars,
we're going to spill Sun over earthly cold,
so that the dawns can rise in every corner,
so that the ghosts can go mad from the love,
Santa Maria della Salute.
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