Ayumi

Between Rita and my eyes there is a rifle And whoever knows Rita kneels and prays To the divinity in those honey-colored eyes And I kissed Rita When she was young And I remember how she approached And how my arm covered the loveliest of braids And I remember Rita The way a sparrow remembers its stream

Ah, Rita

Between us there are a million sparrows and images And many a rendezvous Fired at by a rifle Rita’s name was a feast in my mouth Rita’s body was a wedding in my blood And I was lost in Rita for two years And for two years she slept on my arm And we made promises Over the most beautiful of cups And we burned in the wine of our lips And we were born again

Ah, Rita!

What before this rifle could have turned my eyes from yours Except a nap or two or honey-colored clouds? Once upon a time Oh, the silence of dusk In the morning my moon migrated to a far place Towards those honey-colored eyes

And the city swept away all the singers And Rita Between Rita and my eyes — A rifle

بين ريتا وعيوني . . بندقيه والذي يعرف ريتا ينحني ويصلي لإله في العيون العسليه وأنا قبلت ريتا عندما كانت صغيره وأنا أذكر كيف التصقت بي وغطت ساعدي أحلى ضفيره وأنا أذكر ريتا مثلما يذكر عصفور غديره

آه ريتا

بيننا مليون عصفور وصوره ومواعيد كثيره أطلقت نارا عليها . . بندقيه إسم ريتا كان عيدا في فمي جسم ريتا كان عرسا في دمي وأنا ضعت بريتا . . سنتين وهي نامت فوق زندي سنتين وتعاهدنا على أجمل كأس واحترقنا في نبيذ الشفتين وولدنا مرتين

آه . . ريتا