I told someone once about 9 years ago as I was sitting in an office, petrified that I wasn’t in the right place, petrified that I wasn’t doing the right thing with my life, petrified that I wasn’t enough, that this song took me away.
It transported me to the grassy side of an Italian hill as the sun set over the countryside. I sat back with a large glass of red wine, fresh crusty bread and a soft summer breeze blowing up from the warm valley. I owned nothing. I needed nothing. I felt everything.
The song was written for Hannibal… hauntingly and stunningly beautiful. And still the same effect for me at it was then…
(A online translation tells me the English is: And thinking of her sweet, sleep overcame me. I am your master. See your heart. And of this burning heart, your heart. She trembling, weeping, I saw him then depart from me. Joy is converted to bitterest tears. I am in peace. My heart. I am in peace. See my heart.)