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Lili Marleen [Lied eines jungen Wachtpostens]

Hans Leip
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PARODIA 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.


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