Un blasfemo [Dietro ogni blasfemo c'è un giardino incantato]
Fabrizio De André| English version 2 / Versione inglese 2 / Version anglaise 2 /... | |
| A BLASPHEMER [Behind Every Blasphemer there's an Enchanted Garden] | THE BLASPHEMER |
| I never again bent down, not even over a flower. I blushed no more in stealing love, from the moment Winter convinced me that God would not be blushed stealing mine from me. | I bowed down no more, not even over a rose Nor did my face redden when I stole a love From the moment that Winter convinced me that God Blushed not at what he’d taken from me |
| They arrested me one day for the women and the wine. They didn’t have laws to punish a blasphemer. Death didn’t kill me, but two holier-than-thou guards searched my soul with the force of blows. | They arrested me one day for women and wine No laws were there to punish a blasphemer Death did not take me but two zealous guards Sought my soul with the strength of their blows |
| Because I said that God deceived the first man. He forced him to travel life as a fool. In the enchanted garden He forced him to dream, to ignore that there's both good and evil in the world. | For I said that God had tricked the first man, And forced him to live the life of a fool, In the enchanted garden God made him dream, So to good and evil he stayed ever blind |
| When He saw that the man stretched his fingers to steal the mystery of a prohibited apple, fearing that by then he had no masters He stopped him with death, He invented the seasons. | When He saw that the man had stretched out his hand To steal the secret of the forbidden fruit Afraid that man had a master no longer God halted him with death, and made the seasons |
| ...They searched my soul with the force of blows. | …They sought my soul with the strength of their blows |
| And if there were two guards to stop my life, it is only here on earth the prohibited apple. And not God, but someone who invented it for us. forces us to dream in an enchanted garden, forces us to dream in an enchanted garden, forces us to dream in an enchanted garden. | And were it two guards to put an end to my life, The forbidden fruit is right here on earth, And so it’s not God but those who created him, Who make us dream in an enchanted garden, Who make us dream in an enchanted garden. |
