what makes u scream in the night?

i remember that evening - almost last evening in Bologna - when we were climbing up some hill over Sn Luca Monastry. - up and up - bottle of wine in my hands -
- every evening in Italy i was beautifully perfect drunk -
some steps in the beginning, then it was over, we still ran fast till...
on the top it took my breathe away.
night Bologna was like a see under our feet.
" i've never been here" - he said.
i couldn't help but laughing. not only him opened something perfect new for me0 in his own town. i did it too - and this thing drives me mad.
"teach me one russian word, - he said, when we were almost falling down to the see of lights, - come si dice n Russian - i'm happy?"
"ya schastliv"
"ya s-ch-a-stliv"... "YA SCHASTLIV!!!!!" - suddenly he screamed it out loud, louder then this night and this full moon, - YA SCHASTLIV!
i was looking at him, i was laughing, i was trembling...
YA SCHASTLIVA!!!! - i cried out loud - YA SCHASTLIVA!!!

we were staying on the top of that hill, on the top of Bologna, night, moon and our lives. we were looking at each other and screaming one so simple thing -
that we were happy.