Your Daddy is a soldier son,
Your Daddy’s gone to War,
His steady hands they hold his gun,
His aim is keen and sure.
Your Daddy’s in the desert now,
The darkness and the dust,
He’s fighting for his country, yes,
He’s doing it for us.
Your Daddy’s coming home soon though,
Not long now till he’s back,
We’ll dress you in your smartest shirt
And meet him down the track.
He’ll put you on his shoulders and
You’ll sing and clap and laugh,
I’ll wrap my arms around his waist,
And hold him close at last.
Your Dad ain’t left the house again,
Your Dad ain’t brushed his teeth,
Your Dad keeps getting angry son,
At nights he doesn’t sleep.
He’s having his bad dreams again,
He seems worn out and weak,
I’ve tried to be there for him, but
We barely even speak.
He can’t think what to say to me,
He don’t know how to tell it,
Won medals for his bravery,
But just wants to forget it.
He’s drinking more than ever son,
Before, he never cried. But now,
I wake at night and feel
Him shaking by my side.
He spoke to me at last my son!
He turned to me in tears,
I held him close and kissed his face
And asked him what he feared.
He said it’s getting darker,
It hasn’t disappeared,
And I can see it sharper
Now the sand and smoke have cleared.
There was this kid he’d got to know,
Young boy. Just turned eighteen,
Bright and kind, his name was Joe,
He kept his rifle clean.
Joe’s girlfriend was expecting,
Joe loved to joke and laugh,
Joe marched in front of your old man,
As they patrolled a path.
Everything was quiet until
They heard the dreaded blast.
The man that marched in front of Joe
Was completely blown apart.
Some shrapnel hit Joe in the face,
Gouged both eyes at once,
The last thing those eyes ever saw
Was the man in front:
Limbs and flesh and bone and blood,
Torn up and thrown around,
And after that – just blackness.
The taste, the stink, the sound.
I tell you this my son because
I know what you’ll be like,
As soon as you’ve grown old enough
You’ll want to go and fight
In whatever battle needs you,
You’ll pledge your blood and bone,
Not in the name of good or evil –
But in the name of home.
Your Dad believes in fighting.
He fights for you and I,
But the men that send the armies in
Will never hear him cry.
I don’t support the war my son,
I don’t believe it’s right,
But I do support the soldiers who
Go off to war to fight.
Troops just like your daddy son,
Soldiers through and through,
Who wear their uniform with pride,
And do what they’re told to do.
When you’re grown, my sweet, my love,
Please don’t go fighting wars,
But fight the men that start them
Or fight a cause that’s yours.
It seems so full of honour, yes,
So valiant, so bold,
But the men that send the armies in
Send them in for gold,
Or they send them in for oil,
And they tell us it’s for Britain
But the men come home like Daddy,
And spend their days just drinking.
Your Daddy’s gone to War,
His steady hands they hold his gun,
His aim is keen and sure.
Your Daddy’s in the desert now,
The darkness and the dust,
He’s fighting for his country, yes,
He’s doing it for us.
Your Daddy’s coming home soon though,
Not long now till he’s back,
We’ll dress you in your smartest shirt
And meet him down the track.
He’ll put you on his shoulders and
You’ll sing and clap and laugh,
I’ll wrap my arms around his waist,
And hold him close at last.
Your Dad ain’t left the house again,
Your Dad ain’t brushed his teeth,
Your Dad keeps getting angry son,
At nights he doesn’t sleep.
He’s having his bad dreams again,
He seems worn out and weak,
I’ve tried to be there for him, but
We barely even speak.
He can’t think what to say to me,
He don’t know how to tell it,
Won medals for his bravery,
But just wants to forget it.
He’s drinking more than ever son,
Before, he never cried. But now,
I wake at night and feel
Him shaking by my side.
He spoke to me at last my son!
He turned to me in tears,
I held him close and kissed his face
And asked him what he feared.
He said it’s getting darker,
It hasn’t disappeared,
And I can see it sharper
Now the sand and smoke have cleared.
There was this kid he’d got to know,
Young boy. Just turned eighteen,
Bright and kind, his name was Joe,
He kept his rifle clean.
Joe’s girlfriend was expecting,
Joe loved to joke and laugh,
Joe marched in front of your old man,
As they patrolled a path.
Everything was quiet until
They heard the dreaded blast.
The man that marched in front of Joe
Was completely blown apart.
Some shrapnel hit Joe in the face,
Gouged both eyes at once,
The last thing those eyes ever saw
Was the man in front:
Limbs and flesh and bone and blood,
Torn up and thrown around,
And after that – just blackness.
The taste, the stink, the sound.
I tell you this my son because
I know what you’ll be like,
As soon as you’ve grown old enough
You’ll want to go and fight
In whatever battle needs you,
You’ll pledge your blood and bone,
Not in the name of good or evil –
But in the name of home.
Your Dad believes in fighting.
He fights for you and I,
But the men that send the armies in
Will never hear him cry.
I don’t support the war my son,
I don’t believe it’s right,
But I do support the soldiers who
Go off to war to fight.
Troops just like your daddy son,
Soldiers through and through,
Who wear their uniform with pride,
And do what they’re told to do.
When you’re grown, my sweet, my love,
Please don’t go fighting wars,
But fight the men that start them
Or fight a cause that’s yours.
It seems so full of honour, yes,
So valiant, so bold,
But the men that send the armies in
Send them in for gold,
Or they send them in for oil,
And they tell us it’s for Britain
But the men come home like Daddy,
And spend their days just drinking.
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 24/6/2019 - 17:01
Lingua: Inglese
Il testo (più o meno) come effettivamente cantato nel video (con anche una quartina finale aggiuntiva che spero di aver trascritto correttamente).
Che canzone potente e incredibile!
Che canzone potente e incredibile!
WAR MUSIC (AFTER LOGUE)
Your Daddy is a soldier son,
Your Daddy’s gone to War,
His steady hands they hold his gun,
His aim is keen and sure.
Your Daddy’s in the desert,
and the darkness and the dust,
and he is fighting for his country, son,
He’s doing it for us.
Your Daddy’s coming home soon,
Not long now till he’s back,
Now we can dress you in your smartest shirt
And meet him down the track.
And he will put you on his shoulders and
You will clap and sing and laugh,
And I will throw my arms around him
And feel him close to me at last.
Your Dad ain’t left the house again,
Your Dad ain’t brushed his teeth,
Your Dad keeps getting angry,
And at nights he doesn’t sleep.
He’s been having nightmares
And he seems worn out and weak,
And, yes, I’ve tried to be there for him, but
We barely even speak.
It's like he don't know what to say to me,
He don’t know how to tell it,
He's won medals for his bravery,
But he just wants to forget it.
He’s drinking more than ever,
I can hear him cry, when
I wake up in the night and I feel
Him shaking at my side.
But he spoke to me at last my son!
He turned to me in tears,
And I put my face real close to his
And I asked him what he feared.
He said it keeps getting nearer,
It hasn’t disappeared,
He says I see it even clearer
Now the sand and smoke has cleared.
There was this kid he’d got to know,
Young, just turned eighteen,
Good kid, his name was Joe,
He kept his rifle clean.
Now Joe’s girlfriend was expecting,
Joe was smart, Joe liked to laugh
And Joe marched in front of your old man,
As they patrolled the path
It's the thing
Everything was quiet
Suddenly they heard the blast.
Then the man that marched in front of Joe
Was completely blown apart.
Some shrapnel hit Joe in the face,
Gouged out both eyes at once,
The last thing those eyes ever saw
Was the man in front: you know
Was limbs and flesh and bone and blood,
Torn up and thrown around,
after that – just blackness, blackness.
The taste, the stink, the sound - and look
I tell you this my son because
I know what you will like,
As soon as you’ve grown old enough
You’ll want to go and fight
In whatever battle needs you,
You want to pledge your blood and bone,
Not in the name of good or evil –
But in the name of home.
Your Dad believes in what he fights for.
He fights for you and I,
But the men that send the armies in
Will never hear us cry.
I don’t support the war my son,
I don’t believe it’s right,
But I do support the soldiers that
Go off to war to fight.
Troops just like your daddy son,
Soldiers through and through,
Who wear their uniform with pride,
And do what they are told to do.
So when you’re grown, my sweet, my love,
Please don’t go fighting wars,
Fight the men that start them
Or fight for a cause that’s yours.
It seems so full of honour
So valiant, so bold,
But the men that send the armies in
they were in the name of gold,
Or else reasons we don't know
And they tell us it’s for Britain
and the men come home like Daddy, angry
And spend their days just drinking.
Trying to get perspective
On the force they can't stop thinking
While the sons stare at their daddy's chest
and watch the medals twinkling
Your Daddy is a soldier son,
Your Daddy’s gone to War,
His steady hands they hold his gun,
His aim is keen and sure.
Your Daddy’s in the desert,
and the darkness and the dust,
and he is fighting for his country, son,
He’s doing it for us.
Your Daddy’s coming home soon,
Not long now till he’s back,
Now we can dress you in your smartest shirt
And meet him down the track.
And he will put you on his shoulders and
You will clap and sing and laugh,
And I will throw my arms around him
And feel him close to me at last.
Your Dad ain’t left the house again,
Your Dad ain’t brushed his teeth,
Your Dad keeps getting angry,
And at nights he doesn’t sleep.
He’s been having nightmares
And he seems worn out and weak,
And, yes, I’ve tried to be there for him, but
We barely even speak.
It's like he don't know what to say to me,
He don’t know how to tell it,
He's won medals for his bravery,
But he just wants to forget it.
He’s drinking more than ever,
I can hear him cry, when
I wake up in the night and I feel
Him shaking at my side.
But he spoke to me at last my son!
He turned to me in tears,
And I put my face real close to his
And I asked him what he feared.
He said it keeps getting nearer,
It hasn’t disappeared,
He says I see it even clearer
Now the sand and smoke has cleared.
There was this kid he’d got to know,
Young, just turned eighteen,
Good kid, his name was Joe,
He kept his rifle clean.
Now Joe’s girlfriend was expecting,
Joe was smart, Joe liked to laugh
And Joe marched in front of your old man,
As they patrolled the path
It's the thing
Everything was quiet
Suddenly they heard the blast.
Then the man that marched in front of Joe
Was completely blown apart.
Some shrapnel hit Joe in the face,
Gouged out both eyes at once,
The last thing those eyes ever saw
Was the man in front: you know
Was limbs and flesh and bone and blood,
Torn up and thrown around,
after that – just blackness, blackness.
The taste, the stink, the sound - and look
I tell you this my son because
I know what you will like,
As soon as you’ve grown old enough
You’ll want to go and fight
In whatever battle needs you,
You want to pledge your blood and bone,
Not in the name of good or evil –
But in the name of home.
Your Dad believes in what he fights for.
He fights for you and I,
But the men that send the armies in
Will never hear us cry.
I don’t support the war my son,
I don’t believe it’s right,
But I do support the soldiers that
Go off to war to fight.
Troops just like your daddy son,
Soldiers through and through,
Who wear their uniform with pride,
And do what they are told to do.
So when you’re grown, my sweet, my love,
Please don’t go fighting wars,
Fight the men that start them
Or fight for a cause that’s yours.
It seems so full of honour
So valiant, so bold,
But the men that send the armies in
they were in the name of gold,
Or else reasons we don't know
And they tell us it’s for Britain
and the men come home like Daddy, angry
And spend their days just drinking.
Trying to get perspective
On the force they can't stop thinking
While the sons stare at their daddy's chest
and watch the medals twinkling
inviata da Lorenzo Masetti - 27/12/2020 - 23:34
Lingua: Italiano
Traduzione italiana di Lorenzo Masetti
MUSICA DI GUERRA (DOPO-LOGO)
Tuo papà è un soldato, figlio mio,
Tuo papà è andato in guerra
La sua mano ferma tiene la pistola
La sua mira è precisa e sicura
Tuo padre è nel deserto
e le tenebre e la polvere
e combatte per il suo paese, figlio mio,
lo fa per tutti noi
Tuo papà tornerà a casa presto
non manca molto al suo ritorno
ora potrai indossare la tua camicia migliore
e andarlo a prendere al binario
E ti isserà sulle sue spalle
e applaudirai e canterai e riderai
e io lo abbraccerò
e finalmente lo sentirò accanto a me
Tuo padre non è uscito di casa di nuovo,
tuo padre non si è lavato i denti
tuo padre è sempre arrabbiato
e la notte non riesce a dormire
Fa in continuazione degli incubi
e sembra esausto e debole
E sì, ho provato ad aiutarlo, ma
parliamo a malapena
E' come se non sapesse cosa dirmi
non sa come dirlo
ha vinto medaglie per il coraggio dimostrato
ma vuole solo dimenticarsene
Beve sempre di più
lo sento piangere, quando
mi sveglio la notte e lo sento
tremare accanto a me.
Ma alla fine mi ha parlato, figlio mio!
si è rivolto a me in lacrime
e ho avvicinato il viso al suo
e gli ho chiesto di cosa avesse paura
Dice che qualcosa viene sempre più vicino
c'è qualcosa che non è scomparso
Dice che lo capisce ancora meglio
ora che la sabbia e il fumo si sono diradati
C'era un ragazzo che ha conosciuto
Giovane, diciott'anni appena compiuti
Un bravo ragazzo, si chiamava Joe
teneva il fucile pulito.
La ragazza di Joe era incinta,
Joe era intelligente, gli piaceva ridere
E Joe marciava davanti al tuo vecchio
mentre perlustravano il sentiero
Ecco cosa successe.
Tutto era tranquillo
Improvvisamente hanno sentito l'esplosione
Poi l'uomo che marciava davanti a Joe
saltò completamente in aria
Delle scheggie colpirono Joe in faccia
gli cavarono entrambi gli occhi allo stesso tempo
L'ultima cosa che videro quegli occhi
fu l'uomo davanti a lui: capisci
Furono membra e carne e ossa e sangue
fatte a pezzi e gettate attorno
dopo di quello - solo oscurità, oscurità
Il sapore, la puzza, il rumore - e guarda
Tu dico questo figlio mio perché
So cosa vorresti fare
non appena sarai grande abbastanza
vorrai andare a combattere
In qualunque battaglia abbia bisogno di te
vorrai impegnare il tuo sangue e le ossa,
non nel nome del bene o del male
ma nel nome di casa.
Tuo padre crede in quello per cui combatte.
Combatte per te e per me
Ma gli uomini che mandano gli eserciti
non sentiranno mai il nostro pianto.
Non appoggio la guerra, figlio mio,
non credo che sia giusta
ma sostengo i soldati che
vanno in guerra a combattere.
Le truppe come tuo padre, figlio mio,
Soldati in tutto e per tutto
che sono orgogliosi della loro unforme
e fanno quello che gli dicono
Quindi, quando sarai grande, tesoro mio, amore mio
Ti prego non andare a combattere in guerra,
combatti contro gli uomini che scatenano le guerre
o lotta per una causa che senti tua.
Sembra una cosa così onorevole,
Così valorosa, così audace
ma gli uomini che mandano in guerra gli eserciti
lo fanno nel nome dell'oro
O per qualche ragione che non sappiamo
E ci dicono che è per la Gran Bretagna
e gli uomini tornano a casa come Papà, arrabbiati
e passano le sere a bere
Cercando di guardare da un'altra prospettiva
le forze di cui non riescono a smettere di pensare
mentre i figli fissano il petto dei loro papà
e guardano le medaglie che brillano.
Tuo papà è un soldato, figlio mio,
Tuo papà è andato in guerra
La sua mano ferma tiene la pistola
La sua mira è precisa e sicura
Tuo padre è nel deserto
e le tenebre e la polvere
e combatte per il suo paese, figlio mio,
lo fa per tutti noi
Tuo papà tornerà a casa presto
non manca molto al suo ritorno
ora potrai indossare la tua camicia migliore
e andarlo a prendere al binario
E ti isserà sulle sue spalle
e applaudirai e canterai e riderai
e io lo abbraccerò
e finalmente lo sentirò accanto a me
Tuo padre non è uscito di casa di nuovo,
tuo padre non si è lavato i denti
tuo padre è sempre arrabbiato
e la notte non riesce a dormire
Fa in continuazione degli incubi
e sembra esausto e debole
E sì, ho provato ad aiutarlo, ma
parliamo a malapena
E' come se non sapesse cosa dirmi
non sa come dirlo
ha vinto medaglie per il coraggio dimostrato
ma vuole solo dimenticarsene
Beve sempre di più
lo sento piangere, quando
mi sveglio la notte e lo sento
tremare accanto a me.
Ma alla fine mi ha parlato, figlio mio!
si è rivolto a me in lacrime
e ho avvicinato il viso al suo
e gli ho chiesto di cosa avesse paura
Dice che qualcosa viene sempre più vicino
c'è qualcosa che non è scomparso
Dice che lo capisce ancora meglio
ora che la sabbia e il fumo si sono diradati
C'era un ragazzo che ha conosciuto
Giovane, diciott'anni appena compiuti
Un bravo ragazzo, si chiamava Joe
teneva il fucile pulito.
La ragazza di Joe era incinta,
Joe era intelligente, gli piaceva ridere
E Joe marciava davanti al tuo vecchio
mentre perlustravano il sentiero
Ecco cosa successe.
Tutto era tranquillo
Improvvisamente hanno sentito l'esplosione
Poi l'uomo che marciava davanti a Joe
saltò completamente in aria
Delle scheggie colpirono Joe in faccia
gli cavarono entrambi gli occhi allo stesso tempo
L'ultima cosa che videro quegli occhi
fu l'uomo davanti a lui: capisci
Furono membra e carne e ossa e sangue
fatte a pezzi e gettate attorno
dopo di quello - solo oscurità, oscurità
Il sapore, la puzza, il rumore - e guarda
Tu dico questo figlio mio perché
So cosa vorresti fare
non appena sarai grande abbastanza
vorrai andare a combattere
In qualunque battaglia abbia bisogno di te
vorrai impegnare il tuo sangue e le ossa,
non nel nome del bene o del male
ma nel nome di casa.
Tuo padre crede in quello per cui combatte.
Combatte per te e per me
Ma gli uomini che mandano gli eserciti
non sentiranno mai il nostro pianto.
Non appoggio la guerra, figlio mio,
non credo che sia giusta
ma sostengo i soldati che
vanno in guerra a combattere.
Le truppe come tuo padre, figlio mio,
Soldati in tutto e per tutto
che sono orgogliosi della loro unforme
e fanno quello che gli dicono
Quindi, quando sarai grande, tesoro mio, amore mio
Ti prego non andare a combattere in guerra,
combatti contro gli uomini che scatenano le guerre
o lotta per una causa che senti tua.
Sembra una cosa così onorevole,
Così valorosa, così audace
ma gli uomini che mandano in guerra gli eserciti
lo fanno nel nome dell'oro
O per qualche ragione che non sappiamo
E ci dicono che è per la Gran Bretagna
e gli uomini tornano a casa come Papà, arrabbiati
e passano le sere a bere
Cercando di guardare da un'altra prospettiva
le forze di cui non riescono a smettere di pensare
mentre i figli fissano il petto dei loro papà
e guardano le medaglie che brillano.
Lingua: Francese
Dovrebbe essere una buona traduzione in francese ...
A me piace molto tradurre le canzoni in varie lingue, solo così si possono apprezzare i contenuti.
Grazie
A me piace molto tradurre le canzoni in varie lingue, solo così si possono apprezzare i contenuti.
Grazie
WAR MUSIC (SECONDO I GIORNALI)
Ton père est un soldat, mon fils,
Ton père est parti à la guerre
Sa main ferme tient le pistolet
Son but est précis et sûr
Ton père est dans le désert
et l'obscurité et la poussière
et il se bat pour son pays, mon fils,
ça le fait pour nous tous
Ton papa va bientôt rentrer
peu de temps avant son retour
maintenant tu peux porter ta meilleure chemise
et le chercher à la gare
Et il te hissera sur ses épaules
et tu applaudiras, chanteras et rigoleras
et je vais l'embrasser
et enfin je le sentirai à côté de moi
Ton père n'a plus quitté la maison,
ton père ne s'est pas brossé les dents
ton père est toujours en colère
et la nuit il ne peut pas dormir
Il fait tout le temps des cauchemars
et il a l'air épuisé et faible
Et oui, j'ai essayé de l'aider, mais
on parle à peine
C'est comme s'il ne savait pas quoi me dire
ne sait pas comment le dire
a remporté des médailles pour sa bravoure
mais il veut juste l'oublier
Il boit de plus en plus
Je l'entends pleurer quand
Je me réveille la nuit et je le sens
trembler à côté de moi.
Mais à la fin il m'a parlé, mon fils !
il s'est tourné vers moi en larmes
et j'ai rapproché mon visage du sien
et je lui ai demandé de quoi il avait peur
Il dit que quelque chose se rapproche de plus en plus
il y a quelque chose qui n'a pas disparu
Il dit qu'il le comprend encore mieux
maintenant que le sable et la fumée se sont dissipés
Il y avait un garçon qu'elle a rencontré
Jeune, vient d'avoir dix-huit ans
Un bon garçon, il s'appelait Joe
il a gardé son fusil propre.
La petite amie de Joe était enceinte,
Joe était intelligent, il aimait rire
Et Joe a marché devant ton vieil homme
pendant qu'ils cherchaient le chemin
Voici ce qui s'est passé.
Tout était calme
Soudain, ils entendirent l'explosion
Puis l'homme marchant devant Joe
il a complètement explosé
Des éclats ont frappé Joe au visage
ses deux yeux se sont éteints en même temps
La dernière chose que ces yeux ont vue
était l'homme avant lui : tu comprends
Ils étaient des membres et de la chair et des os et du sang
déchiré et jeté partout
après cela - seulement l'obscurité, l'obscurité
Le goût, l'odeur, le bruit - et le look
Tu dis à mon fils pourquoi
je sais ce que tu veux faire
dès que tu es assez grand
tu voudras aller te battre
Dans n'importe quelle bataille, il a besoin de toi
tu voudras lier ton sang et tes os,
pas au nom du bien ou du mal
mais au nom de la maison.
Ton père croit ce pour quoi il se bat.
Il se bat pour toi et moi
Mais les hommes qui envoient les armées
ils n'entendront jamais notre cri.
Je ne supporte pas la guerre, mon fils,
je ne pense pas que ce soit bien
mais je soutiens les soldats qui
ils vont à la guerre pour se battre.
Des troupes comme ton père, mon fils,
Des soldats de bout en bout
qui sont fiers de leur forme et
faire ce qu'on leur dit
Alors quand tu seras grand, ma chérie, mon amour
S'il vous plaît, n'allez pas combattre dans la guerre,
lutter contre les hommes qui déclenchent des guerres
ou vous battre pour une cause qui vous semble être la vôtre.
Cela semble une chose si honorable,
Si courageux, si audacieux
mais les hommes qui envoient des armées à la guerre
ils le font au nom de l'or
Ou pour une raison que nous ne savons pas
Et ils nous disent que c'est pour la Grande-Bretagne
et les hommes rentrent comme papa, en colère
et ils passent leurs soirées à boire
Essayer de le regarder d'un autre point de vue
les forces auxquelles ils ne peuvent s'empêcher de penser
pendant que les enfants regardent la poitrine de leurs papas
et regarde les médailles qui brillent.
Ton père est un soldat, mon fils,
Ton père est parti à la guerre
Sa main ferme tient le pistolet
Son but est précis et sûr
Ton père est dans le désert
et l'obscurité et la poussière
et il se bat pour son pays, mon fils,
ça le fait pour nous tous
Ton papa va bientôt rentrer
peu de temps avant son retour
maintenant tu peux porter ta meilleure chemise
et le chercher à la gare
Et il te hissera sur ses épaules
et tu applaudiras, chanteras et rigoleras
et je vais l'embrasser
et enfin je le sentirai à côté de moi
Ton père n'a plus quitté la maison,
ton père ne s'est pas brossé les dents
ton père est toujours en colère
et la nuit il ne peut pas dormir
Il fait tout le temps des cauchemars
et il a l'air épuisé et faible
Et oui, j'ai essayé de l'aider, mais
on parle à peine
C'est comme s'il ne savait pas quoi me dire
ne sait pas comment le dire
a remporté des médailles pour sa bravoure
mais il veut juste l'oublier
Il boit de plus en plus
Je l'entends pleurer quand
Je me réveille la nuit et je le sens
trembler à côté de moi.
Mais à la fin il m'a parlé, mon fils !
il s'est tourné vers moi en larmes
et j'ai rapproché mon visage du sien
et je lui ai demandé de quoi il avait peur
Il dit que quelque chose se rapproche de plus en plus
il y a quelque chose qui n'a pas disparu
Il dit qu'il le comprend encore mieux
maintenant que le sable et la fumée se sont dissipés
Il y avait un garçon qu'elle a rencontré
Jeune, vient d'avoir dix-huit ans
Un bon garçon, il s'appelait Joe
il a gardé son fusil propre.
La petite amie de Joe était enceinte,
Joe était intelligent, il aimait rire
Et Joe a marché devant ton vieil homme
pendant qu'ils cherchaient le chemin
Voici ce qui s'est passé.
Tout était calme
Soudain, ils entendirent l'explosion
Puis l'homme marchant devant Joe
il a complètement explosé
Des éclats ont frappé Joe au visage
ses deux yeux se sont éteints en même temps
La dernière chose que ces yeux ont vue
était l'homme avant lui : tu comprends
Ils étaient des membres et de la chair et des os et du sang
déchiré et jeté partout
après cela - seulement l'obscurité, l'obscurité
Le goût, l'odeur, le bruit - et le look
Tu dis à mon fils pourquoi
je sais ce que tu veux faire
dès que tu es assez grand
tu voudras aller te battre
Dans n'importe quelle bataille, il a besoin de toi
tu voudras lier ton sang et tes os,
pas au nom du bien ou du mal
mais au nom de la maison.
Ton père croit ce pour quoi il se bat.
Il se bat pour toi et moi
Mais les hommes qui envoient les armées
ils n'entendront jamais notre cri.
Je ne supporte pas la guerre, mon fils,
je ne pense pas que ce soit bien
mais je soutiens les soldats qui
ils vont à la guerre pour se battre.
Des troupes comme ton père, mon fils,
Des soldats de bout en bout
qui sont fiers de leur forme et
faire ce qu'on leur dit
Alors quand tu seras grand, ma chérie, mon amour
S'il vous plaît, n'allez pas combattre dans la guerre,
lutter contre les hommes qui déclenchent des guerres
ou vous battre pour une cause qui vous semble être la vôtre.
Cela semble une chose si honorable,
Si courageux, si audacieux
mais les hommes qui envoient des armées à la guerre
ils le font au nom de l'or
Ou pour une raison que nous ne savons pas
Et ils nous disent que c'est pour la Grande-Bretagne
et les hommes rentrent comme papa, en colère
et ils passent leurs soirées à boire
Essayer de le regarder d'un autre point de vue
les forces auxquelles ils ne peuvent s'empêcher de penser
pendant que les enfants regardent la poitrine de leurs papas
et regarde les médailles qui brillent.
inviata da Giorgio - 7/8/2022 - 22:46
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Versi di Kate Tempest, nella sua raccolta poetica intitolata "Hold Your Own"
Testo trovato du The Poetry Archive
Credo che questa poesia sia inedita nella forma di canzone. Ma con il titolo "War Music (After Logue)" è stata interpretata dalla Tempest dal vivo nel corso di alcuni concerti, a volte semplicemente declamata, altre invece recitata e cantata su base musicale improvvisata.