The Auld Triangle
Brendan Behan / Breandán Ó Beacháin| Original | Versione italiana / Italian version / Version italienne / Italiankielinen... |
| THE AULD TRIANGLE Act 1: A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing in my prison cell, And that old triangle Went jingle jangle, Along the banks of the Royal Canal. To begin the morning The warder bawling Get out of bed and clean up your cell, And that old triangle Went jingle jangle, Along the banks of the Royal Canal. The screw was peeping And the lag was weeping... (song breaks off here) Act 2: A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing in my prison cell, And the old triangle Went jingle jangle, Along the banks of the Royal Canal. On a fine spring evening, The lag lay dreaming The seagulls wheeling high above the wall, And the old triangle Went jingle jangle, Along the banks of the Royal Canal. The screw was peeping The lag was sleeping While he lay weeping for the girl, Sal... (song breaks off here) The wind was rising And the day declining As I lay pining in my prison cell And that old triangle Went jingle jangle, Along the banks of the Royal Canal. In the female prison There are seventy women... (song breaks off here) The day was dying and the wind was sighing, As I lay crying in my prison cell, And the old triangle Went jingle jangle, Along the banks of the Royal Canal. Act 3, scene II (end of play): In the female prison There are seventy women I wish it was with them that I did dwell, Then that old triangle Could jingle jangle Along the banks of the Royal Canal. | THE AULD TRIANGLE IL TRIANGOLO ODIOSO (The Ould Triangle) Brendan Behan Una fame feroce mi opprime la voce E’ una cella atroce topi qua e là E il triangolo odioso con quel suono ansioso Lungo tutte le sponde del Royal Canal Di primo mattino il secondino Grida taci e stai chino pulisci e stop E il triangolo odioso con quel suono ansioso Lungo tutte le sponde del Royal Canal Una bella sera di primavera Si sognava dove era la libertà E il triangolo odioso con quel suono ansioso Lungo tutte le sponde del Royal Canal Eran tutti a dormire il gobbo a sbirciare Io pensavo al mio amore la mia bella Sall E il triangolo odioso con quel suono ansioso Lungo tutte le sponde del Royal Canal Su nell’altro settore ci son cento signore Vorrei avere l’onore di essere lì E il triangolo odioso con quel suono ansioso Lungo tutte le sponde del Royal Canal |
