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Ballata degli impiccati

Fabrizio De André
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La versione inglese di Dennis Criteser [2014]
BALLAD OF THE HANGEDBALLAD OF THE HANGED MEN
  
We all did die in angerWe all died a hard death,
Swallowing our last voice,swallowing the last voice.
Kicking out in the windKicking in the wind,
We all saw the light fade away.we watched the light fade away.
  
Our cry flooded the sun,The cry overwhelmed the sun,
The air did in us tighten;the air became close,
Words turned into crystals,crystals of words,
The last curse we did shout.the final curse uttered.
  
Before it was all overBefore it was all over
The survivors did we remindwe remembered for whoever still lived
That the price was our lifethat the cost was life
For the evil we did in one hour.for the harm done in an hour.
  
Then we all slipp'd in the chillThen we slipped on the ice
Dying in trouble and in distressof a dead man without neglect
And an old prayer did we say,reciting the ancient credo
The prayer of the unpardoned.of whoever dies without pardon.
  
He, who laughëd at our defeat,Whoever mocked our defeat
At our shame, at the way we did die,and our extreme shame and our way,
May he die by the same ropechoked by the very same grip
Learning so how this knot is made.he might learn to recognize the knot.
  
He, who poured earth on our bonesWhoever spread the earth over the bones
And untroubled went his way home,and took to the road again, tranquil,
May he be buried with his face contortedeven he might arrive at the grave shocked,
Early in a misty and gloomy morning.with the fog of the early morning.
  
The woman, who disguis'd with her smilesThe woman who concealed in a smile
The embarrassment she felt at our memory,the discomfort of giving us memory -
May she see ev'ry night on her faceyou rediscover every night on your face
The ravages of time passing by.an insult of time and some dross.
  
To ev'rybody do we bear a grudgeWe cultivate for everyone a resentment
That smells of clotted blood,that smells like clotted blood.
What we then called pain and sorrowWhat we then called sadness
Is a question left without an answer.is just a suspended discourse.


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