The Postman (Il Postino), Poetry and Music Suite/Poor Fellows-Luis Bacalov

[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.