Joan of Arc
Leonard Cohen| La versione italiana (inedita) di Francesco De Gregori | |
| JOAN OF ARC Through the darkness Joan of Arc rode, keeping ahead of the flames, no moon for her armor, no man by her side in her smoky night. I’m tired of the war now, to the work of another time I would return, to a wedding dress, or something white to hide this vocation of mine from triumph and grief. lalala lalala lalalalalala lalala lalala lalalalalala Yours are words I was wanting to hear. I spied you riding every day, and to hear you this way, now I know what I want - to win over a heroine so cold, to embrace some of that pride. "And who are you?" she said, enjoying the game, "Who are you that speaks to me without regard?" "Truly, you are speaking with fire, and I love your solitude, I love your gaze." lalala lalala lalalalalala "And if you are fire, cool down a little, your hands now will have to hold something." And keeping quiet she clambered up inside him to offer him her best, to be a bride. And in the depths of his red-hot heart he took Joan of Arc to envelop her, and there up high in front of the people he hung up the useless ashes of her white dress. lalala lalala lalalalalala And it was from the depths of his red-hot heart that he took Joan and hit the mark, and she understood clearly that if he was fire she had to be wood. lalalalalala I saw the grimace of her pain, I saw the glory in her radiant gaze. Even I would like light and love, but if it arrives must it always be so cruel and glaring? | GIOVANNA D'ARCO "Voglio un vestito che non sia di maglia che non ricordi quello da battaglia qualunque cosa, basta che sia bianca per indossarla sulla mia verginità troppo stanca" "Sono contento che tu dica questo io fino a ieri ti ho spiato spesso e c'è qualcosa che ha spiato me il desiderio di conquistare te" "Ma tu chi sei, perché mi vuoi? non ho mai visto gli occhi tuoi" "io sono il fuoco e so la tua canzone ed amo i tuoi capelli e la tua disperazione" "Allora, fuoco, spegni il tuo calore ti do il mio corpo, sì, ti do il mio amore" e detto questo come fosse ghiaccio si sciolse nella stretta del suo abbraccio E con amore dolce, senza rabbia Giovanna d'Arco diventava sabbia quando capì alle porte del suo regno: se lui era fuoco, oh, lei doveva esser legno E con amore dolce, senza rabbia Giovanna d'Arco diventava sabbia e quelli che piangevano al suo fianco raccolsero la polvere del suo vestito bianco |
