Tom of Bedlam (Bedlam Boys)

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Traduzione italiana di Miguel Martinez da kelebekler blog

TOM OF BEDLAM (BEDLAM BOYS) For to see mad Tom of Bedlam Ten thousand miles I'd travel Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes For to save her shoes from gravel Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys Bedlam boys are bonnie, For they all go bare and they live by the air And they want no drink nor money I went down to Satan's kitchen For to get me food one morning And there I got souls piping hot All on the spit a-turning Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys Bedlam boys are bonnie, For they all go bare and they live by the air And they want no drink nor money Me staff has murdered giants And me bag a long knife carries For to cut mince pies from children's thighs With which to feed the fairies Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys Bedlam boys are bonnie, For they all go bare and they live by the air And they want no drink nor money This spirit's white as lightning Would on me travels guide me The moon would shake and the stars would quake When ever they espied me Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys Bedlam boys are bonnie, For they all go bare and they live by the air And they want no drink nor money And when that I have murdered The man in the moon to a powder His staff I'll break and his dog I'll shake And there'll howl no demon louder Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys Bedlam boys are bonnie, For they all go bare and they live by the air And they want no drink nor money For to see mad Tom of Bedlam Ten thousand years I'd travel Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes For to save her shoes from gravel Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys Bedlam boys are bonnie, For they all go bare and they live by the air And they want no drink nor money

TOM OF BEDLAM (BEDLAM BOYS) Per trovare il folle Tom di Bedlam viaggerei diecimila miglia La folle Maudlin cammina su dita sporche perché la ghiaia non tocchi le sue scarpe Canto ancora, bravi ragazzi, bravi ragazzi folli i ragazzi di Bedlam sono bravi perché vanno tutti scalzi e vivono d’aria non vogliono né liquore né denaro Sono scesa nella cucina di Satana per prendermi da mangiare una mattina e lì mi sono presa anime calde calde che giravano tutte su uno spiedo Con il mio bastone ho ucciso giganti e nella borsa porto un lungo coltello per fare tortine di carne dalle cosce dei bambini con cui nutrire le fate Questo spirito è bianco come il fulmine mi guidava nei viaggi la luna tremava e le stelle si agitavano ogni volta che mi vedevano E quando avrò ucciso  l’uomo nella luna facendone polvere gli spezzerò il bastone e scuoterò il suo cane e nessun demone griderà più forte Per trovare il folle Tom di Bedlam viaggerei diecimila anni La folle Maudlin cammina su dita sporche perché la ghiaia non tocchi le sue scarpe