Summertime
George GershwinLa versione de I Giganti, dall'album "Mille idee dei Giganti",... | |
SUMMERTIME Summertime-time-time, Child, your living's easy. Fish are, fish are jumping out And the cotton, Lord, Cotton's high, Lord, so high. Your dad's rich And your ma is so good-looking, baby. She's a-looking pretty fine to me now, Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby now, No, no, no, no, Don't you cry, don't you cry. One of these mornings You're gonna rise, rise up singing, You're gonna spread your wings, child, And take, take to the sky, Lord, the sky. But until that morning, Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm ya, No, no, no no, no no, no... No, no, no no, no no, no... No, no, no, no, no, Don't you cry — cry. | SUMMERTIME Dopo tutte quelle canzoni che vi abbiamo fatte sentire, adesso vorremmo dirvi una cosa molto importante: noi complessi di giovani, quelli stranieri e noi italiani dopo, crediamo di avere scoperto o inventato quel genere di musica chiamato beat o rhythm & blues. Ma in verità non è proprio vero niente perché, tanti e tanti anni fa, sulle rive del Mississipi c'erano dei poveri negri che piangevano e soffrivano. E quando piangevano e soffrivano cantavano questi rhythm & blues e uno di questi allora faceva, faceva più o meno così: “That’s Summertime And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton And the cotton is high One of these mornings…” Però, anche i negri hanno deciso di smetterla di soffrire, e quella canzone che ieri vi faceva tanto piangere, oggi vi diverte moltissimo quando, quando la cantano così: Brrrrrrrrrr! That’s Summertime And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' So hush little baby Don't you cry One of these mornings You're going to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take to the sky But till that morning There's a'nothing can harm you With daddy and mamma standing by Summertime And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' So hush little baby... Don't... you... Brrrrrrrrrr! .... cry! |