Sidùn
Fabrizio De André| Versione inglese di Juha Rämö | |
| SIDON | SIDON |
| My baby, oh my baby, my baby, My own baby His fleshy ruby lips in the honey sun Sweet benign tumour of your mom Squeezed in this wet, sultry, sultry summer And now, a clot of blood, ears and milk teeth | My baby, oh my baby, your full lips in the sun like honey, like honey, sweet benign tumour of your mother’s womb squeezed in the sultry summer heat and now, just a clump of blood and ears and milk teeth |
| And the eyes of soldiers, like mad dogs, who hunted the lambs with foam at the mouth and chased people like game until they quenched their wild bloodthirst And after the bars into the throat, the bars of jail, And in the wounds, the poisonous seed of deportation So that nothing of us, trees, spikes or children, May grow any more from the plain to the seashore. | And the eyes of soldiers, those rabid dogs, with foam dribbling down their jaws, pursuing people like wild beasts, until the smell of fresh blood drives them over the edge of lust and then rifle barrels in the neck, prison bars, and in the wounds, the poisonous seed of deportation, so that on this land of ours from the plains to the shore no tree, no blade of corn, no son can ever grow |
| Goodbye, my baby, our heritage is hidden in this city that is burning, is burning in the evening drawing near and in this great fire light for your little death. | Farewell, my baby, our heritage is hidden in this town that is burning, burning in approaching dusk, an inferno of flames for your death so small. |
