17. MY LEGIONNAIRE

He had wide and clear eyes.
Sometimes you could see lightning strike inside,
like clouds passing through the sky.
He was covered with tattoos,
that I never quite understood.
On his neck it said: “never seen, never caught“.
On his heart it read: “nobody“.
On his right arm one word: “reason“.

I don’t know his name.
I don’t know anything about him.
He loved me all night, my legionnaire.
And leaving me to my destiny,
he went away at morning’s glorious light.

He was lean, he was handsome.
He smelled of wonderful warm sand, my legionnaire.
There was sunshine on his forehead.
Bringing light into his blond hair.

Happiness lost, happiness gone.
Always I think about that night.
And the longing for his skin haunts me.
Sometimes I cry, and then I contemplate.
That when he was laying against my heart,
I should have cried out my joy.
But I did not dare to tell him,
I was afraid to see him smile.

I don’t know his name I don’t know anything about him.
He loved me all night, my legionnaire.
And leaving me to my destiny,
he went away at morning’s glorious light.

He was lean he was handsome.
He smelled of wonderful warm sand, my legionnaire.
There was sunshine on his forehead,
bringing light into his blond hair.

They found him in the desert,
with his pretty eyes open wide.
Clouds were passing through the sky.
He showed his tattoos.
With a smile, he said:
Showing his neck: “never seen, never caught“
Showing his heart: “Here is nobody“
He didn’t know and I forgive him.

Still I dreamed that destiny,
one fine day would bring back to me my legionnaire.
That we would go away together,
in some distant country’s glorious light.

He was lean, he was handsome.
He smelled of wonderful warm sand, my legionnaire.
There was sunshine on his forehead.
Bringing light into his blond hair.