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Fabrizio De André
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La versione inglese di Dennis Criteser [2014]
TURN THE CARD OVERTURN THE CARD OVER
  
In the fields sowing grain there's a girl,There’s a woman who sews the wheat,
turn the card over and you'll see the churlturn the card over, you’ll see a peasant,
the churl hoes the ground till he's sorea peasant who tills the earth’s plain,
turn the card over here comes the warturn the card over, there comes a war,
for the war there are no more recruitsfor the war there are no more soldiers,
they've all vanished with holes in their bootsbarefoot, they’ve all fled.
  
Angiolina is starting to preen herselfAngiolina walks, she walks
in those little blue shoes she has onin her blue shoes.
a policeman has fallen in love with herA policeman charmed her,
turn the card over and now he is goneturn the card over and he’s no longer there.
a policeman has fallen in love with herA policeman did charm her,
turn the card over and now he is goneturn the card over and he's no longer there.
  
There's a boy climbing over a gateThere’s a boy who climbs over a gate,
looking for cherries and feathers to takehe pilfers sweet cherries and bird feathers,
he throws stones at things, he has no careshe throws stones and has no sorrows,
turn the card over the Jack of Hearts staresturn the card over, there's the Jack of Hearts,
the Jack of Hearts who is all showJack of Hearts who's a flash in the pan,
turn the card over and hear the cock crowturn the card over, the rooster awakens.
  
Angiolina is weaving between her braidsAngiolina at six in the morning
leaves of nettle as six o'clock chimesweaves some nettle leaves into her hair.
she's got a necklace made out of some peach stonesShe has a necklace of peach stones
she winds it around her fingers three timesthat she turns three times 'round her fingers.
she's got a necklace made out of some peach stonesShe has a necklace of peach stones,
she counts it through her fingers three timesshe counts it three times between her fingers.
  
My mother has a mill and a wandering sonMy mother has a mill and an unfaithful son,
she gets his nose sugared up with a bunshe sweetens his nose with an apple pie.
my mother and her mill were born full of laughterMy mother and the mill were both born laughing,
turn the card over there's a blond race car driverturn the card over there’s a blond pilot,
a blond race car driver, silk shirtsa blond pilot, tops of silk,
a fox fur hat athlete's smirkcap of fox fur, smile of an athlete.
  
Angiolina is in the cantina she's cryingAngiolina seated in the kitchen,
and eating a blackberry saladwho cries, who eats a mulberry salad.
a foreign boy's got an orchestral LPA young foreign boy has a disc of an orchestra
that spins quickly and plays a love balladthat spins fast, that speaks of love.
a foreign boy's got an orchesteral LPA young foreign boy has a disc of an orchestra
that spins quickly and plays a love balladthat spins and spins, that speaks of love.
  
Madamadorè has lost her six daughtersMadame Dorè lost six daughters
they all now work in bars down by the watermidst the bars of the port and its allures.
Madamadorè has the stink of a catMadame Dorè knows the stink of a cat,
turn the card over she pays for them backturn the card over and she pays the ransom,
she pays for them back with the bags under her eyesshe pays the ransom with the bags under her eyes,
full of photos of dreams unrealizedfull of photos of dreams interrupted.
  
Angiolina is cutting up papers,Angiolina is cutting up magazines,
she's dressed as a bride, she sings a brave storydressed as a bride, of victory she sings.
she calls by their true name her memoriesShe calls forth her memories with their names,
turn the card over she's covered in gloryturn the card over and it ends in glory.
she calls by their true name her memoriesShe calls forth her memories with their names,
turn the card over she's covered in gloryturn the card over and it ends in glory.


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