Nel dolor che ora mi percuote
Riapro solchi per rimembrar
Note gesta spacciate a ignote
Per delizie di plastica
Circondato da fari spenti
Da sbadati sbirri e giornal
Che sbranavan virtuosi intenti
Depistando crude realtà
È la storia della mia terra
Affrancata da maschere
Che pur di arrancar sotto terra
Fa morale al non vivere
Il far volubile di aspre menti
Che nel giorno che va a svuotar
Il naufragio di male genti
Lì si cela e non vi ha a che far
E il terror che or sol vedo arretrar
È una terra che non ha osato imparar
Paroliere che mena arringa
Continuando a lustrar fetor
Giusto prima che il tempo stringa
Nel sfatare ogni suo pudor
Tengo fede alle sue pretese
Poiché osservo il suo tessitor
Che a pugnetta di bel paese
Mio fratello ridusse allor
Già la vedo a caccia di eredi
A cercar obbligo e cagion
Di rincorrer millanta piedi
Da lustrar per trovar ragion
A una vita di stolte menti
Che nel giorno che va a svuotar
Il naufragio di false genti
Lì si cela e non vi ha a che far
E il terror che ora vedo arreso
È una terra che non ha mai osato imparar
Ed ora che fiero rendo vigor
A un riposo di fraterna passion
Corro attorno ad un fil sottile a ricordar
Di una terra che ha ancor timore di andar
Riapro solchi per rimembrar
Note gesta spacciate a ignote
Per delizie di plastica
Circondato da fari spenti
Da sbadati sbirri e giornal
Che sbranavan virtuosi intenti
Depistando crude realtà
È la storia della mia terra
Affrancata da maschere
Che pur di arrancar sotto terra
Fa morale al non vivere
Il far volubile di aspre menti
Che nel giorno che va a svuotar
Il naufragio di male genti
Lì si cela e non vi ha a che far
E il terror che or sol vedo arretrar
È una terra che non ha osato imparar
Paroliere che mena arringa
Continuando a lustrar fetor
Giusto prima che il tempo stringa
Nel sfatare ogni suo pudor
Tengo fede alle sue pretese
Poiché osservo il suo tessitor
Che a pugnetta di bel paese
Mio fratello ridusse allor
Già la vedo a caccia di eredi
A cercar obbligo e cagion
Di rincorrer millanta piedi
Da lustrar per trovar ragion
A una vita di stolte menti
Che nel giorno che va a svuotar
Il naufragio di false genti
Lì si cela e non vi ha a che far
E il terror che ora vedo arreso
È una terra che non ha mai osato imparar
Ed ora che fiero rendo vigor
A un riposo di fraterna passion
Corro attorno ad un fil sottile a ricordar
Di una terra che ha ancor timore di andar
inviata da DonQuijote82 - 6/11/2010 - 15:42
Lingua: Inglese
Versione inglese da www.talcoska.com
"For a period the inquiry was dismissed and sidetracked. Peppino’s comrades, his mother Felicia, Giovanni Impastato, the latter’s wife Felicia and the Impastato Centre, while receiving some help from honest magistrates, often met opposition on the part of their fellow townspeople, the newspapers and the police, who even described Peppino’s death as the suicide of a misfit. Finally, twenty years later, events reached a happy ending. In the background is not only the trial of the instigators of Peppino’s murder, but also the moral trial of those who continued to glorify the winners and benefit from their protection, only to label them as crooks and abandon them for a new shady winner as soon as they had met their ruin. This is the story of a land and of its conspiracies of silence, which are no less morally to blame than the fear which grips the country, scared as it still is of looking to a future of courage – the very courage the Impastato family gave proof of."
"For a period the inquiry was dismissed and sidetracked. Peppino’s comrades, his mother Felicia, Giovanni Impastato, the latter’s wife Felicia and the Impastato Centre, while receiving some help from honest magistrates, often met opposition on the part of their fellow townspeople, the newspapers and the police, who even described Peppino’s death as the suicide of a misfit. Finally, twenty years later, events reached a happy ending. In the background is not only the trial of the instigators of Peppino’s murder, but also the moral trial of those who continued to glorify the winners and benefit from their protection, only to label them as crooks and abandon them for a new shady winner as soon as they had met their ruin. This is the story of a land and of its conspiracies of silence, which are no less morally to blame than the fear which grips the country, scared as it still is of looking to a future of courage – the very courage the Impastato family gave proof of."
MY LAND
In the pain that now wracks me
I trace furrows to recall
Actions known but ignored
For plastic delights
Surrounded by lights switched off
By heedless cops and newspapers
That tore virtuous intentions to shreds
Sidetracking reality
This is the story of my land
Freed from its masks
Which in order to keep groping underground
Makes a conduct of not living
This is the shifting way of acting of bitter minds
Which on the day revealing
The shipwreck of evil folk
Hides or pretends to have nothing to do with it
This is the terror which only now I see denounced
In a land that never learnt a thing
A lyricist addressing speeches
And always shining reeking shoes
Just before the time runs out
To unmask his modesty
I remain faithful to his claims
For I observe the weaver
Who reduced my brother to
One of the country’s losers
I can already picture her hunting for heirs
Searching for requirements
Boasting it is looking for shoes
To shine to assign meaning
To the life of foolish minds
This is the shifting way of acting of bitter minds
Which on the day revealing
The shipwreck of evil folk
Hides or pretends to have nothing to do with it
This is the terror which only now I see denounced
In a land that never learnt a thing
And as I now proudly give vigour
To the rest of brotherly zeal
I run around a thin thread to remember
land still fearing to go
In the pain that now wracks me
I trace furrows to recall
Actions known but ignored
For plastic delights
Surrounded by lights switched off
By heedless cops and newspapers
That tore virtuous intentions to shreds
Sidetracking reality
This is the story of my land
Freed from its masks
Which in order to keep groping underground
Makes a conduct of not living
This is the shifting way of acting of bitter minds
Which on the day revealing
The shipwreck of evil folk
Hides or pretends to have nothing to do with it
This is the terror which only now I see denounced
In a land that never learnt a thing
A lyricist addressing speeches
And always shining reeking shoes
Just before the time runs out
To unmask his modesty
I remain faithful to his claims
For I observe the weaver
Who reduced my brother to
One of the country’s losers
I can already picture her hunting for heirs
Searching for requirements
Boasting it is looking for shoes
To shine to assign meaning
To the life of foolish minds
This is the shifting way of acting of bitter minds
Which on the day revealing
The shipwreck of evil folk
Hides or pretends to have nothing to do with it
This is the terror which only now I see denounced
In a land that never learnt a thing
And as I now proudly give vigour
To the rest of brotherly zeal
I run around a thin thread to remember
land still fearing to go
inviata da DonQuijote82 - 6/11/2010 - 15:43
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