Lyrics: Fiamma Fumana. Home. The Hunter.

The hunter in the wood finds the young farmer's daughter
And she was so pretty, so beautiful,
That the hunter fell in love

The hunter asked her "Beautiful girl, do you want to make love?"
"Oh no, I'm too young
I do not know how to make love."

He took her by the hand and made her sit
Amidst kisses, pleasures and enjoyments
The beginner fell asleep

While the beautiful one slept the hunter prayed
He prayed to the birds that they would not sing
So his beloved could sleep