Three Fishers
Charles Kingsley| Originale | Versione italiana di Gianni Barnini |
| THREE FISHERS Three fishers went sailing out into the West, Out into the West as the sun went down; Each thought on the woman who lov’d him the best; And the children stood watching them out of the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And there ’s little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor bar be moaning. Three wives sat up in the light-house tower, And they trimm’d the lamps as the sun went down; They look’d at the squall, and they look’d at the shower, And the night rack came rolling up ragged and brown! But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor bar be moaning. Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come back to the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And the sooner it ’s over, the sooner to sleep— And good-by to the bar and its moaning. | TRE PESCATORI (Three Fishers) Tre pescatori si misero in mare Verso occidente col sole al tramonto Ciascuno pensava alla donna al suo amore E ai bimbi a giocare al girotondo L’uomo al lavoro la moglie in cucina Scarso guadagno vita meschina E il porto sussurra un lamento Tre donne insieme nella torre del faro Pulivano i vetri mentre il sole calava Il giorno sembrava ogni istante più amaro Pezzi di legno tutti lì alla deriva L’uomo al lavoro la moglie in cucina Scarso guadagno vita meschina E il porto sussurra un lamento Tre poveri corpi sulla sabbia bagnata L’alba scacciava la notte turchese Le donne distrutte una vita frustrata Tre uomini in meno nel loro paese L’uomo al lavoro la moglie in cucina Scarso guadagno vita meschina E il porto sussurra un lamento |
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