Il Ciliegio

I walk old and tired
to take her with me,
but the old gardener
resigns as he can
his last flower,
if winter is already coming.
I walk old and tired,
but I wanted her for myself
and the smile of the people
secretly accompanied my journey home
and winter is already coming.
She was the most
I had ever seen:
she smiled between her eyelashes
and warmed my heart,
she was my last flower
and winter is already coming,
Then even my cherry tree
in due time ripened
and one morning came
asking for its fruits.
'I must have those cherries
because soon I will have a child.'
I looked at her cheeks:
she was more beautiful than ever
and I felt the anger
growing inside me:
'Ask the father of your child
to pick them for you.'
Smiling as always,
she turned her back to me
and I saw her in the middle of the field
looking at the tree:
she was my last flower
and winter is already coming.
It was his own branch
that the cherry tree bent
the father of her child
so he was satisfied.
I walk old and tired
to take her with me,
but the old gardener
resigns as he can
his last flower,
if winter is already coming.