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Walls Of Red Wing

Bob Dylan
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WALLS OF RED WINGLE MURA DI SOLLICCIANO
Oh, the age of the inmates
I remember quite freely:
No younger than twelve,
No older 'n seventeen.
Thrown in like bandits
And cast off like criminals,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
Ricordo assai bene l’età dei reclusi
Il diciottenne era quello più anziano
Gettati lì dentro come relitti
Dentro le mura di Sollicciano
From the dirty old mess hall
You march to the brick wall,
Too weary to talk
And too tired to sing.
Oh, it's all afternoon
You remember your home town,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
In su e in giù in quel refettorio
Stanchi di tutto pensavamo pian piano
Ai nostri amici al nostro paese
Dentro le mura di Sollicciano
Oh, the gates are cast iron
And the walls are barbed wire.
Stay far from the fence
With the 'lectricity sting.
And it's keep down your head
And stay in your number,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
Cancelli di ferro e filo spinato
Da quel recinto resta lontano
A testa bassa stai lì al tuo posto
Dentro le mura di Sollicciano
Oh, it's fare thee well
To the deep hollow dungeon,
Farewell to the boardwalk
That takes you to the screen.
And farewell to the minutes
They threaten you with it,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
Addio alla cella umida e buia
Addio a quel percorso stretto e malsano
Addio alle minacce dei secondini
Dentro le mura di Sollicciano
It's many a guard
That stands around smilin',
Holdin' his club
Like he was a king.
Hopin' to get you
Behind a wood pilin',
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
La guardia sorride con ironia
Lui sembra un re con la mazza in mano
Spera che tu faccia qualche cazzata
Dentro le mura di Sollicciano
The night aimed shadows
Through the crossbar windows,
And the wind punched hard
To make the wall-siding sing.
It's many a night I pretended to be a-sleepin',
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
Ombre di notte attraverso le sbarre
Un vento soffia da molto lontano
Fingevo a volte di addormentarmi
Dentro le mura di Sollicciano
As the rain rattled heavy
On the bunk-house shingles,
And the sounds in the night,
They made my ears ring.
'Til the keys of the guards
Clicked the tune of the morning,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
La pioggia picchiava sul dormitorio
Un suono sinistro come uragano
Poi il tintinnio delle chiavi al mattino
Dentro le mura di Sollicciano
Oh, some of us'll end up
In St. Cloud Prison,
And some of us'll wind up
To be lawyers and things,
And some of us'll stand up
To meet you on your crossroads,
From inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
Forse qualcuno verrà trasferito
Un altro poi sarà un buon artigiano
Altri vedrai forse al tuo incrocio
Oltre le mura di Sollicciano


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