Fiume Sand Creek
Fabrizio De AndréINGLESE / ENGLISH [3] - Dennis Criteser | |
RIVER SAND CREEK | SAND CREEK |
He came and rained down upon me, asleep and unafraid Under a diamond moon and covered sky, it ain't a sense we lay A minister of God with a killer's hawk, steel blue eyes That color of his uniform, blown from the thunder in the skies | Our hearts were taken under cover of darkness, under a small dead moon we slept without fear. He was a general of twenty years, dark eyes, and same for the jacket. He was a general of twenty years, son of a thunder storm. |
Through the Sand Creek riverbed a silver dollar lies | There’s a silver dollar at the bottom of Sand Creek. |
Our warriors too far away, ??? A distant music swelling, growing, fattening, soaring, fear Three times I closed my eyes and all three times a nightmare came My father's father touched my head and says "Just look again" | Our warriors too far away on the trail of the bison, and that distant music became louder and louder. I closed my eyes three times, I found myself still there. I asked my grandpa is it only a dream? My grandpa said yes. |
You can sometimes hear a fish still sing at the bottom of Sand Creek | At times the fish sing at the bottom of Sand Creek. |
I dreamed so loud it seemed so real the blood flowed from my nose I flashed lightning blinding as the heaven's truth arose The smallest tear gave way in time to the largest ever shed Oh, when the snow tree of their ancestors turned from white to red | I dreamed so vividly that blood ran out from my nose, lightning in one ear and heaven in the other, the smallest tears, the biggest tears, when the snowy tree blossomed with red stars. |
And the sleeping children dreamed their dreams on the Sand Creek riverbed | Now the little ones sleep in the bed of Sand Creek. |
When the sun pulls up its head between the shoulders of the night It just .. smoke and tents to burn in the spectral light I shot an arrow at the sky to let the arrow breathe I shot an arrow at the wings to let the arrow feed | When the sun raised its head between the night's shoulders, there were only dogs and smoke and overturned tents. I fired an arrow into the sky to make it breathe, I fired an arrow into the wind to make it bleed. |
The third one if you want it's at the bottom of Sand Creek | Search for the third arrow at the bottom of Sand Creek. |
They came ... our hearts when we we were sleeping unafraid Covered by a diamond moon beneath the bright parade (?) The minister of God with a killer's heart and pale blue eyes The color of his uniform blown from a thunder in the skies | Our hearts were taken under cover of darkness, under a small dead moon we slept without fear. He was a general of twenty years, dark eyes, and same for the jacket. He was a general of twenty years, son of a thunder storm. |
In the Sand Creek, Riverbed a soul of dark lies | Now the children sleep at the bottom of Sand Creek. |