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Sidùn

Fabrizio De André
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Versione inglese di Paolo Di Mizio
SIDONSIDON
My baby, oh my baby,
your full lips in the sun
like honey, like honey,
sweet benign tumour
of your mother’s womb
squeezed in the sultry
summer heat
and now, just a clump of blood
and ears and milk teeth
My baby, mine,
mine,
fat lips in the sun
made of honey, honey
Sweet, benign tumour
that was born out of your mother,
squeezed out in the damp heat
of the summer, of the summer
And now just a clot of blood, ears
and milk teeth
And the eyes of soldiers, those rabid dogs,
with foam dribbling down their jaws,
pursuing people like wild beasts,
until the smell of fresh blood
drives them over the edge of lust
and then rifle barrels in the neck, prison bars,
and in the wounds, the poisonous seed of deportation,
so that on this land of ours from the plains to the shore
no tree, no blade of corn, no son can ever grow
And the soldiers’ eyes like rabid dogs
with foaming mouths, hunters of lambs
chasing people like game
until the wild blood has extinguished their instinct,
and after the iron in the throat, the iron of prison
and the poisonous seed of deportation seeded in the wounds
so that between the plain and the harbour nothing ours
can ever grow again, not a tree nor a spike nor a child.
Farewell, my baby,
our heritage is hidden
in this town
that is burning, burning
in approaching dusk,
an inferno of flames
for your death so small.
Bye-bye my child, every inheritance
is hidden
In this burning town
burning, burning
in this oncoming evening
in this great fire ignited
for your little death.


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