I am so crazy about your strawberry mouth.
Already my lungs have been screamed raw, but I am not louth
for your white body, and where the woman in you looms.
The May clover has made a mattress,
a beautiful pastime there blooms
the whole night long your body I will address.
I want to be in the deep valley there,
and be your husband of the sun and be in your nightly prayer.
In the black hair, in the deep valley of the strawberry,
I slept there many a summer, very merry,
with you, and too much I slept never.
I have now a red beast in my blood
that again has given me an elated mood.
Come here, I know of a wonderful game
in the dark valley, in the mussel bed to the south.
I am so crazy about your strawberry mouth.
The grey world produces no more bliss,
I gave it away; the nicest summer did I miss,
and it gave you no way to find happiness in romance;
Alone the red mouth you’ve preserved
so deep in hair, for me, it is reserved...
I search for it all night long, and for my chance
on the ashen ground, in the winter valley, I am not louth...
I am so crazy about your strawberry mouth.
In the winter valley, in the blackened fields of the strawberry,
the snow has built a nest already,
and it doesn't ask where the love is at last.
And yet the red beast I have deeply seasoned,
when I was sleeping with you is the reason
Were only the winter over so very fast,
and the meadows green again, in the south.
...I am so wild for your strawberry mouth!
dunkelheit
Freigeist
Tarlam
Sciera
Sáb, 19/04/2014 - 14:11
The song is not by François Villon. It only was first published in a book containing modern translations of songs by François Villon.
The version by Subway To Sally omits the 2nd paragraph.
Other versions:
http://lyricstranslate.com/en/franz-ferdinand-erdbeer-mund-lyrics.html
http://lyricstranslate.com/en/extremo-erdbeermund-lyrics.html