Il Pescatore
Fabrizio De AndréVersione inglese di Jaime Michaels | |
THE FISHERMAN In the shadows of the last sunlight a fisherman dozed off, and he had a deeply furrowed brow almost like a kind of smile. To the beach came an assassin, two eyes as big as a child’s, two eyes enormous with fear - they were mirrors of some adventure. He begged the old man gimme some bread I’ve little time and too much hunger, and demanded of the old man gimme some wine I’m thirsty, and I’m an assassin. The old man opened his eyes a peak to the day and didn’t even look around, but he poured the wine and broke some bread for whoever said he was thirsty and hungry. There was a warmth in the moment, then the assassin turned anew towards the wind and turned again towards the sun, behind him was a fisherman. Yes, behind him was a fisherman, and the memory is already painful, is already the regret of an April that played out in the shadows of some back yard. Two gendarmes came on horseback, they came armed in their saddles, they asked the old man if anywhere nearby there might have passed an assassin. But in the shadows of the last sunlight a fisherman dozed off, and he had a deeply furrowed brow almost like a kind of smile. And he had a deeply furrowed brow almost like a kind of smile. | The Fisherman As the sun slipped in the sea A fisherman was fast asleep, He had a cut across his face Like a smile without a place. A killer walked along the sand, Held a switchblade in his hand, Childish eyes so full of fear Like a mystery in the mirror. la la la la He asked the old man: "Give me bread, I have no time and must be fed, Give me the wine", - the killer cursed - Or one of us might die of thirst." The old man opened over his eyes, He never stopped to wonder why, He poured the wine and broke the bread, He let the thirsty man be fed. la la la la In a moment he was gone Towards the wind and moving on, With the sunset in his eyes He left the fisherman behind. He left the fisherman behind, The pain was growing in his mind Wrapped up in his regrets Like a fish trapped in a net. Then on horseback did they come, Two big policemen with their guns, They asked the old man: "Did you see A killer running down the beach?" As the sun slipped in the sea A fisherman was fast asleep, He had a cut across his face Like a smile without a place. A cut across his face Like a smile without a place. |