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Sidùn

Fabrizio De André
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SIDONSIDON
My little boy, mine
oh mine,
fat lips in the sun,
of honey, of honey.
Sweet benign tumor
of your mother,
squeezed from the damp mugginess
of summer, of summer,
and now blood clotted ears
and milk white teeth.
My baby, oh my baby, my baby,
My own baby
His fleshy ruby lips
in the honey sun
Sweet benign tumour
of your mom
Squeezed in this wet,
sultry, sultry summer
And now, a clot of blood, ears
and milk teeth
And the eyes of the soldiers, rabid dogs
with foaming mouths, lamb hunters
following people like game
for as long as the wild blood has not spent its desire.
And after the iron in the throat, the irons of the prison,
and in the wounds the spiteful seed of deportation
so that from our line, from the plain to the pier,
no more can grow tree nor spike nor son.
And the eyes of soldiers, like mad dogs,
who hunted the lambs
with foam at the mouth
and chased people like game
until they quenched
their wild bloodthirst
And after the bars into the throat, the bars of jail,
And in the wounds, the poisonous seed of deportation
So that nothing of us, trees, spikes or children,
May grow any more from the plain to the seashore.
Goodbye my child, my heritage
is lost
in this city
that burns, that burns
in the evening that descends,
and in this great light from the fire
for your little death.
Goodbye, my baby, our heritage
is hidden
in this city that
is burning, is burning
in the evening drawing near
and in this great fire light
for your little death.


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