| La versione inglese di Dennis Criteser [2014]
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TURN THE CARD OVER | TURN THE CARD OVER |
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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 churl | turn the card over, you’ll see a peasant, |
the churl hoes the ground till he's sore | a peasant who tills the earth’s plain, |
turn the card over here comes the war | turn the card over, there comes a war, |
for the war there are no more recruits | for the war there are no more soldiers, |
they've all vanished with holes in their boots | barefoot, they’ve all fled. |
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Angiolina is starting to preen herself | Angiolina walks, she walks |
in those little blue shoes she has on | in her blue shoes. |
a policeman has fallen in love with her | A policeman charmed her, |
turn the card over and now he is gone | turn the card over and he’s no longer there. |
a policeman has fallen in love with her | A policeman did charm her, |
turn the card over and now he is gone | turn the card over and he's no longer there. |
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There's a boy climbing over a gate | There’s a boy who climbs over a gate, |
looking for cherries and feathers to take | he pilfers sweet cherries and bird feathers, |
he throws stones at things, he has no cares | he throws stones and has no sorrows, |
turn the card over the Jack of Hearts stares | turn the card over, there's the Jack of Hearts, |
the Jack of Hearts who is all show | Jack of Hearts who's a flash in the pan, |
turn the card over and hear the cock crow | turn the card over, the rooster awakens. |
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Angiolina is weaving between her braids | Angiolina at six in the morning |
leaves of nettle as six o'clock chimes | weaves some nettle leaves into her hair. |
she's got a necklace made out of some peach stones | She has a necklace of peach stones |
she winds it around her fingers three times | that she turns three times 'round her fingers. |
she's got a necklace made out of some peach stones | She has a necklace of peach stones, |
she counts it through her fingers three times | she counts it three times between her fingers. |
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My mother has a mill and a wandering son | My mother has a mill and an unfaithful son, |
she gets his nose sugared up with a bun | she sweetens his nose with an apple pie. |
my mother and her mill were born full of laughter | My mother and the mill were both born laughing, |
turn the card over there's a blond race car driver | turn the card over there’s a blond pilot, |
a blond race car driver, silk shirts | a blond pilot, tops of silk, |
a fox fur hat athlete's smirk | cap of fox fur, smile of an athlete. |
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Angiolina is in the cantina she's crying | Angiolina seated in the kitchen, |
and eating a blackberry salad | who cries, who eats a mulberry salad. |
a foreign boy's got an orchestral LP | A young foreign boy has a disc of an orchestra |
that spins quickly and plays a love ballad | that spins fast, that speaks of love. |
a foreign boy's got an orchesteral LP | A young foreign boy has a disc of an orchestra |
that spins quickly and plays a love ballad | that spins and spins, that speaks of love. |
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Madamadorè has lost her six daughters | Madame Dorè lost six daughters |
they all now work in bars down by the water | midst the bars of the port and its allures. |
Madamadorè has the stink of a cat | Madame Dorè knows the stink of a cat, |
turn the card over she pays for them back | turn the card over and she pays the ransom, |
she pays for them back with the bags under her eyes | she pays the ransom with the bags under her eyes, |
full of photos of dreams unrealized | full of photos of dreams interrupted. |
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Angiolina is cutting up papers, | Angiolina is cutting up magazines, |
she's dressed as a bride, she sings a brave story | dressed as a bride, of victory she sings. |
she calls by their true name her memories | She calls forth her memories with their names, |
turn the card over she's covered in glory | turn the card over and it ends in glory. |
she calls by their true name her memories | She calls forth her memories with their names, |
turn the card over she's covered in glory | turn the card over and it ends in glory. |