The sunflowers

The honeymoon galloped with

A dizzying speed ,we had to part

You shipping to the Russian front

To the unknown destiny awaiting by the door

I am staying in the bella Italy

Counting the days, listen to news

Alone in house, swimming in the thoughts

About our whirlwind romance and the marriage

You fed me with frittata , I laughed and said

I will not eat the eggs till the rest of my life

We took a walk , suddenly bombs fell near us

You put your arms around , whispering don't be afraid

The war is over now , but you did not comeback

No proof the dead or the alive, gut feeling tells

You still here on the earth, in the Russian side

So , why or why you never wrote ?

The horror tales brought by ones who made it

The snow swallowing the strength , the food is scarce

The soldiers left expiring on the frozen spilled milk

Killed by games the rulers play , caring less of victims

Italy, your sons were dying in the foreign land

Not understanding why they had to suffer

My love you are the one of the statistics

The karma send the Russian woman , deciding

There was no time yet for you to see the pearly gates

She fed you , curing body but not soul

The memory completely gone afoul , gaping holes

Mother, me, Mount Vesuvius , broken pieces

The marriage was performed in gratitude

The baby girl, something was not right

But what?My poor Italian soldier

Lost in the steppes of the sunflowers

You there , I am here finally found out the truth

How unfair , we parted without really tasting fruit

Of love, sunflowers hung their heads trickling

Dewy tears, watching us separating after brief alliance

The sunflowers grew in Russian meadows on the blood and bones