Coda di Lupo
Fabrizio De AndréLa versione inglese di Dennis Criteser [2014] | |
WOLFTAIL When I was a child I fell in love with everything, I ran after dogs and from March to February my grandpa watched over the stream of horses and cows, over my and your business: and never believe in the god of the English And when I was two hundred moons old, maybe more, maybe less, I stole my first horse and they made me into a man I changed my name into Wolftail, I changed my poney for a dumb horse and never believe in their losing god It fell about in the night of the long-tailed star, we found grandpa crucified on the church, crucified with forks that are used for dinner, he was dirty and clean with blood and with cream and never believe in their greedy god I was eighteen or so and didn't smell of snake anymore I had an iron bar a hat and a sling and one gala soirée, with a sharp-edged stone I killed a tuxedo and stoled it to him and never believe in the Scala god Then we came back to Brianza to open buffalo shooting they made us breath and urine tests, we were explained the thing by an Andalusian poet, "for buffalo shooting", said he, "there's numerus clausus" and never believe in a happy end god I was already old when near Rome, in Little Big Horn, a short-haired general made us a college speech on our brothers in blue overalls burying their war axes but we didn't smoke with him, he didn't come in peace and never believe in a plodder god And now that I've burnt twenty children on my marital bed that I vented my wrath upon a whole studio that I learnt to fish with hand grenades that I was graved in tears on the Arch of Trajan, with a glass spoon I will dig in my story, but I strike somewhat at random, my memory's gone and never and never and never believe, and never believe in a breathless god. | TAIL OF THE WOLF When I was little I used to fall in love with everything. I used to run after the dogs, and from March to February my grandpa kept a watch over the movement of horses and of darkness, over my business, over your business. And in the god of the English don't ever believe. And when I was 200 moons old - and maybe that is too much - I robbed my first horse and they made me a man. I changed my name to “Tail of the Wolf.” I exchanged my pony for a silent horse. And in their losing god don't ever believe. And it was in the night of the long star with the tail that we found my grandpa crucified on the cross, crucified with forks that are used at meals. He was dirty and cleaned of blood and cream. And in their greedy god don't ever believe. And maybe I was 18 and no longer stank like a snake, I owned a rod, a hat and a sling, and one gala night with a pointed rock I killed a tuxedo and robbed it from him. And in the god of the Teatro alla Scala don't ever believe. Then we returned to Brianza for the opening of the buffalo hunt. They made us take a breath and urine test. He explained to us the workings, an Andalusian poet. “For the buffalo hunt,” he said, “the number is closed.” And in a god of happy endings don't ever believe. And I was already old when near Rome, at Little Big Horn, a short-haired general spoke to us at the university about the brothers, all in blue, who buried the ashes. But we didn’t smoke with him, he didn’t come in peace. And in a work-your-ass-off god don't ever believe. And now that I burned twenty sons on my grooms bed, that I unloaded my rage on a sound stage, that I learned to fish with hand grenades, that they sculpted me in tears on Trajan’s Arch, with a glass spoon I dig around in my history. But I’m striking a bit at random because I have no memory anymore. And in a god, and in a god, and in a god, and in a god, and in an unbreathing god, don’t ever believe. |