Dark As A Dungeon
Merle Travis| Original | Traduzione italiana della versione di Bob Dylan come offerta... |
| DARK AS A DUNGEON It's as dark as a dungeon way down in the mine... [SPOKEN:] I never will forget one time when I was on a little visit down home in Ebenezer, Kentucky. I was a-talkin' to an old man that had known me ever since the day I was born, and an old friend of the family. He says, "Son, you don't know how lucky you are to have a nice job like you've got and don't have to dig out a livin' from under these old hills and hollers like me and your pappy used to." When I asked him why he never had left and tried some other kind of work, he says, "Naw sir, you just won't do that. If ever you get this old coal dust in your blood, you're just gonna be a plain old coal miner as long as you live." He went on to say, "It's a habit [CHUCKLE] sorta like chewin' tobaccer." Come and listen you fellows, so young and so fine, And seek not your fortune in the dark, dreary mines. It will form as a habit and seep in your soul, 'Till the stream of your blood is as black as the coal. It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew, Where danger is double and pleasures are few, Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine. It's a-many a man I have seen in my day, Who lived just to labor his whole life away. Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard his wine, A man will have lust for the lure of the mines. I hope when I'm gone and the ages shall roll, My body will blacken and turn into coal. Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home, And pity the miner a-diggin' my bones. It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew, Where danger is double and pleasures are few, Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine... | SCURO COME UN CUNICOLO Venite qui voi tutti ragazzi così giovani e belli E non cercate la vostra fortuna nella scura e tetra miniera Vi diventerà un'abitudine e colerà nella vostra anima finchè il sangue delle vostre vene scorrerà nero come il carbone Dove è scuro come un cunicolo ed umido come la rugiada Dove i rischi sono molti ed i piaceri pochi Dove la pioggia non cade mai ed il sole mai risplende E' scuro come un cunicolo giù nelle miniere Ai miei tempi ho visto molti uomini che vivevano solo per lavorare tutta la loro vita Come un tossicomane con la sua droga o un alcolizzato con il suo vino Un uomo deve essere avido per essere allettato dalla miniera Spero che quando sarò morto e passati i secoli Il mio corpo si annerirà e si fonderà col carbone Allora guarderò giù dalla porta della mia casa in Paradiso e compatirò il minatore che scaverà le mie ossa La notte, il giorno, l'alba sono tutti la stessa cosa per il minatore che si ammazza di lavoro Dove i demoni della morte spesso giungono di sorpresa Una frana di ardesia e sei sepolto vivo |
