Lili Marleen [Lied eines jungen Wachtpostens]
Hans LeipPARODIA INGLESE / ENGLISH PARODY - The Ballad of the D-Day Dodgers... | |
LILI MARLEEN (Alla triestina) Quando che i tedeschi Xe rivai a Rojan, de le nostre tesere ne ga cavado ‘l pan, e no se trova più fasoi, poveri noi, cosa farem? De fame morirem Con te Lilì Marleen ! Soto la Defonta Se stava tanto ben, se magnava ovi e luganighe col kren; ‘deso che i gnochi xe rivai se magna poco e squasi mai. Lerai, semo fregai! Con te Lilì Marleen! Prima dela guera Stavimo ‘sai ben, magnavimo capuzi e luganighe col kren, inveze adeso a lavorar ne toca andar senza magnar, cusì ne morirem con te Lilì Marleen! Fora de la caserma Stemo ad aspetar, co’la pignata un poco de magnar. Gnanca ai soldai No i ghe la dà più E li fa star Sempre a digiun, cusì ne morirem con te Lilì Marleen! Quando a mesogiorno, stanco del lavor mi torno a casa, i me canta el "Trovator", per zena monto in tranvai e vadu su de i sfratai con te Lilì Marleen! Con te Lilì Marleen! Se sero i oci Me par de magnar Come una volta polenta e bacalà, ma co li verso vedo che no ghe xe più gnanca ‘l cafè, la guera vinzerem!?! Con te Lilì Marleen!?! | THE BALLAD OF THE D-DAY DODGERS We're the D-day Dodgers out in Italy, Always on the vino and always on the spree, 8th Army scroungers and their tanks, We live in Rome among the Yanks, We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy. We landed at Salerno, holidays with pay, Jerry brought his band out to cheer us on our way, Showed us sights and made us tea, We all sang songs and beer was free, To welcome D-Day Dodgers to sunny Italy Naples and Cassino were taken in our stride, We didn't come to fight there. We just came for the ride. Anzio and Sangro were just names, We only came to look for dames, The randy D-Day Dodgers in sunny Italy. On the way to Florence we had a lovely time, We ran a bus to Rimini right through the Gothic Line, Soon to Bologna we will go, And after that we'll cross the Po. We'll still be the D-Day Dodgers in sunny Italy. Once we heared a rumour we were going home, Back to dear old Blighty, never more to roam, Then someone said, "In France you'll fight", We said "No fear, we'll just sit tight, The windy D-Day Dodgers in sunny Italy." Dear Lady Astor, you think you know a lot, Standing on your platform talking tommy rot, You - England's sweetheart bride - We think your mouth's too bleeding wide, That's from the D-Day Dodgers in sunny Italy. Look across the mountains in the mud and rain, See the rows of crosses some without no name, Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone: The Boys Beneath Just Slumber On, They were the D-Day Dodgers who stayed in Italy. |