L'inveren di noster non
Luca Serio BertoliniOriginale | Versione inThis song singed in the dialect of reggio emilia tells... |
L'INVEREN DI NOSTER NON | OUR GRANDFATHERS' WINTER |
-- il testo in dialetto non è ancora disponibile / trascritto -- | Look, the night has surrendered, it's morning, hoarfrost covers my brothers over the trees and the plants it seems like Christmas a stagnant snow, a snow over the meadows. light breaks forth for the peasant and their land but a cold wind that rips off your ears shouts about war, heads-up, it's coming if you want run off, if you can rexist. from summer '39 to september 8th '43 the morning they arrived, the morning they hide that morning of september, that morning it was cold the first day of winter which lasted almost 2 years. in Bologna they spoke quitely, in Montecavolo they din't tell anythig the armistice of badoglio, the anger of the germans. a song for memory, a song for our history the stories of our granfathers from their partisan winter. a clarinettist in the air force and an Italy with no reasons back from the italian battlefront you were fascist or partisan and after an ambush when they killed many youg men they wanted to hang him in a house by the park(1) . he was standing oh a chair straight and still waiting that that big cold rope made its job but the antiaircraft siren startes to scream the republicans(2) run off, they had to rescue his life. my granfather has never wanted to talk about that rope around the neck , with that rifle always clashing and that heart a bit flood as soon as he could he rushed off and in bologna he hide in a house, a hole in the living room, then he finished the war in the woods of Romagna. beyond the will, beyond the youth living like savages between woods and badlands neither for a second they have thought it was all wasted or to betray their dignity. in a wood by the church Sergio and Emilio hide several nights spent sleeping in the cemetery then bruna(3) draw them from Montecavolo to the “wolf mountain” one of the first partisans of the brigade 26. Montefiorino then Ligonchio sixty for sixty people from the pain, mountain men sixty a time, sixty for sixty partisans from the garibaldi brigade to the hydroelectric power station in Ligonchio Sillano, Metello, la gatta to defend our houses(4). and kill to survive, in Piolo and along the bank of Ozzola river picking up germans and fascists, they where all shooted poor guys because killing is an horrible thing but defend is necessary artico5 defended himself, our granfathers defended themselves. and for all the deads floating in the Ozzola river once the battle was won none of the partisans has laughed or celebrated after fifty years telling this story Artico still cries as if it never finished, as if he was still battling. he took a jacket from a german soldier who coud not feel cold anymore because of the hole in the chest he even stopped shiver he didn't have anything more to respect, oders or commandmens he stopped to suffer, to shoot to shout. and how many batlles beside the english army who provided them clotes and weapons they wanted the partisans to wear their same uniforms but Sergio kept the kraut's jacket till the 25th of april he thought that for a jacket one dead was enough.. he remembers thos villages in the mountains by the Pietra di Bismantova at the beginning it was hard, thete they didn't want partisans but they kept on battling for an italy which seemed to be of nobody and wake up in the morning between sheep instead of sheets. but sergio named artico as all the other partisans always straight on his way as all his fellows at the foot of the pietra di Bismantova defending for not depending from those crazy fascists for their contry, for life, for destituted peace. |
(2) of Salò republic founded by Mussolini - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/italian_social_republic
(3) Bruna was a young woman, partisan dispatch rider
(4) the nouns in italics are villages in Appenines mountains over Reggio Emilia where these facts took place