The Postman (Il Postino), Poetry and Music Suite/Ode to a Beautiful Nude

Song The Postman (Il Postino), Poetry and Music Suite/Ode to a Beautiful Nude
Artist Luis Bacalov
Album The Postman (Il Postino) [O.S.T]

Lyrics

[00:05.41] With a chaste heart - with pure eyes - I celebrate your beauty.
[00:12.04] Holding the leash of blood so that it might leap out
[00:14.47] and trace your outline while you lie down in my Ode
[00:18.22] As in a land of forests or in surf,
[00:21.49] in aromatic loam or in sea music
[00:25.91] Beautiful nude -
[00:28.49] Equally beautiful your feet
[00:30.57] arched by primeval tap of wind and sound.
[00:34.53] Your ears, small shells of the splendid American sea.
[00:39.34] Your breasts, a level plenitude fulfilled by living light.
[00:43.75] Your flying eyelids of wheat, revealing or enclosing
[00:47.45] The two deep countries of your eyes.
[00:52.40] The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions
[00:56.03] Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple,
[01:00.57] Continues, separating your beauty down into two columns
[01:04.24] Of burnished gold... fine alabaster
[01:07.87] To sink into the two grapes of your feet
[01:11.12] Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises ..
[01:14.60] Flowering fire... open chandelier,
[01:17.24] a swelling fruit over the pact of sea and earth.
[01:22.74] From what materials? agate? quartz? wheat? Did your body come together?
[01:29.12] Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills.
[01:33.12] The cleavage of one petal, sweet fruits of a deep velvet
[01:36.50] until alone remained, astonished
[01:39.74] the fine and firm feminine form.
[01:43.99] It is not only light that falls over the world,
[01:46.37] Spreading inside your body it΄s suffocated snow...
[01:50.10] So much as clarity...taking it΄s leave of you
[01:54.38] As if you were on fire from within.
[01:56.85] The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Pinyin

[00:05.41] With a chaste heart with pure eyes I celebrate your beauty.
[00:12.04] Holding the leash of blood so that it might leap out
[00:14.47] and trace your outline while you lie down in my Ode
[00:18.22] As in a land of forests or in surf,
[00:21.49] in aromatic loam or in sea music
[00:25.91] Beautiful nude
[00:28.49] Equally beautiful your feet
[00:30.57] arched by primeval tap of wind and sound.
[00:34.53] Your ears, small shells of the splendid American sea.
[00:39.34] Your breasts, a level plenitude fulfilled by living light.
[00:43.75] Your flying eyelids of wheat, revealing or enclosing
[00:47.45] The two deep countries of your eyes.
[00:52.40] The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions
[00:56.03] Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple,
[01:00.57] Continues, separating your beauty down into two columns
[01:04.24] Of burnished gold... fine alabaster
[01:07.87] To sink into the two grapes of your feet
[01:11.12] Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises ..
[01:14.60] Flowering fire... open chandelier,
[01:17.24] a swelling fruit over the pact of sea and earth.
[01:22.74] From what materials? agate? quartz? wheat? Did your body come together?
[01:29.12] Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills.
[01:33.12] The cleavage of one petal, sweet fruits of a deep velvet
[01:36.50] until alone remained, astonished
[01:39.74] the fine and firm feminine form.
[01:43.99] It is not only light that falls over the world,
[01:46.37] Spreading inside your body it s suffocated snow...
[01:50.10] So much as clarity... taking it s leave of you
[01:54.38] As if you were on fire from within.
[01:56.85] The moon lives in the lining of your skin.