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La versione inglese di Dennis Criteser [2014]
SPIN YOUR WOOL

In the war of Valois
the Lord of Vly died,
whether he was a brave hero
it remains still unknown.
But her abandoned Lady
mourning upon his death
thousand years and maybe more
will be mourning her sad fate.

Spin your wool,
spin your memories
cherish the illusion
that he comes back
book of so sweet
love dreams,
open your pages
to her sorrow.

And they came back by thousand,
all the warriors of Valois,
they came back to their families,
to their palaces and cities.
But the abandoned Lady
will not welcome back her sweetheart
and the big log in the fireplace
will not help warm her heart.

Spin your wool,
spin your memories
cherish the illusion
that he comes back
book of so sweet
love dreams,
open your pages
to her sorrow.

You the knights, who ignore
while fighting fear and dread,
tighten well your coat of mail,
temper well your suit of armour.
To the enemy who attacks you
give a swift and quick reply,
because someone, behind those walls,
is waiting for you every moment.

Spin your wool,
spin your memories
cherish the illusion
that he comes back
book of so sweet
love dreams,
close your pages
upon her sorrow.

SPIN THE WOOL

In the war of Valois
the Seignior of Vly died.
Whether he was a valiant hero
is unknown, it’s still not certain.

But the woman left abandoned
lamenting his death,
for a thousand years, maybe more,
will mourn his sad destiny.

Spin the wool, spin your days,
keep fooling yourself that he might return.
Book of sweet dreams of love -
open the pages to its sorrow.

They returned by the hundreds and by the thousands,
the warriors of Valois.
They returned to their families,
to their palaces, to their cities.

But the abandoned woman
won’t find her love again,
and the big log in the fireplace
will be of no use for warming her heart.

Spin the wool, spin your days,
keep fooling yourself that he might return.
Book of sweet dreams of love -
open the pages to its sorrow.

Knights who in battle
ignore the fear,
may your chain mail be tight,
your armor well-tempered.

To the enemy who assaults you
be ready to give riposte,
because behind those walls
you’re awaited without cease.

Spin the wool, spin your days,
keep fooling yourself that he might return.
Book of sweet dreams of love -
close the pages on its sorrow.


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