Two Soldiers
Bob Dylan| “Two Soldiers” è un arrangiamento che Dylan fece di “The Last... | |
| DUE SOLDATI Era un ragazzo di Boston con gli occhi azzurri La sua voce era profonda e addolorata "Farò la tua dichiarazione di morte, camerata, se ritornerò Ma se tu ritornerai ed io no dovrai fare lo stesso per me Mia madre, lo sai, deve sapere la notizia perciò scrivile teneramente" "Aspetta a casa come un santo paziente Il suo viso affettuoso è pallido per il dolore Le si spezzerà il cuore quando sarò morto La rivedrò presto, lo so" Poi arrivò l'ordine della carica Per un istante le mani dei due si toccarono E dissero "Aye", e cavalcarono via quel gruppo di coraggiosi e devoti Dritto fu il cammino verso la cima della collina I ribelli sparavano e cannoneggiavano Scavarono solchi di morte tra le fila che avanzavano a fatica e li osservarono cadere Poi arrivò improvviso un terribile grido di morte dalle colline che non potevano conquistare e quelli a cui fu risparmiato il fato e la morte cavalcarono lentamente verso le retrovie Ma tra i morti rimasti sulla collina c'era un ragazzo con i capelli ricci Di fianco a lui giaceva morto l'uomo alto e scuro che aveva cavalcato al suo fianco Nessuno scriverà alla ragazza dagli occhi azzurri le parole del suo amato La mamma aspetterà la notizia e saprà solo che suo figlio è morto | Il testo di THE LAST FIERCE CHARGE da The Mudcat Café 'Twas just before the last fierce charge Two soldiers drew their rein With a touch of hands, and parting words That they might not meet again. One had mild blue eyes and curly hair, Just nineteen years, you know, With rosy cheeks and childish brow; He was only a boy, you know. The other was tall, dark, daring, and proud, Whose faith in this world was dim. He only trusted most in them Who were all the world to him. They'd rode together for many a day And marched for many a mile. But ne'er until now had they met a foe With a peaceful common smile. They looked in each other's eyes In the face of an awful doom. And the tall dark man was the first to speak, Saying,"Charlie, my time has come. "We'll ride together into the fight, But you'll ride back alone. Then promise a little more trouble to take When I am dead and gone. "I have a face upon my breast, I'II wear it into the fight, -. With deep blue eyes and goiden hair, A face like morning light. "Like morning light 'twas love to me To brighten my lonely life; And little I've cared for the flowers of this world Since she promised to be my wife. "Write to her, Charlie, when I'm gone. Send back this fair young face. Write and tell her how I died And where is my resting place. "Tell her I will meet her on the border line Of earth and heaven between. I know she'll meet me over there, And it won't be long, I ween." There were tears in the eyes of the blue-eyed boy, His voice was filled with pain. "I'll do my comrade's parting wish If I ride home again. But if you ride back and I am left, Will you do as much for me? For I have a mother to hear the news. Write to her tenderly. "One after another she has lost. She has buried all her husband's sons. And I was the last to my country's call, But she cheeredly sent me on. "She is waiting at home like a praying saint, Her fair face filled with pain. 'Twill break her heart when she hears I'm dead; I'll meet her soon, I know." Just then there came an order to charge. An instant hands touched hands; Eyes answered eyes, and away they dashed To that bold devouring band. They rode together to the brow of the hill, Where the soldiers were stationed well, Past clouds and drifts of burning shots That cheered them as they fell. But they had to turn from the awful fight; That fight they could not gain. And all those whom death had spared Rode quietly back again. But among those dying upon the field Lay the boy with the curly hair, And the tall, dark man that rode by his side Lay dying by him there. There is no one to write to that blue-eyed girl Those words her lover said, And the mother that's waiting at home for her son Will learn that he is dead. She ne'er will know his last fond words To cheer her in her pain, Until she crosses the river of death And stands by his side again. |
