And head on my shoulder, hand on my thigh, sang sweetly along, of regrets and depletions she was too young for, as I was too young, later, to believe in her pain.
E, testa sulla mia spalla, mano sulla mia coscia, cantava dolcemente con la canzone, di rimorsi e privazioni per i quali era troppo giovane, come io ero troppo giovane, in seguito, per credere al suo dolore.