Lyrics and translation Davide Van De Sfroos - Agata

Agata

I eren donn prema del temp
I eren tusane, i eren mamm
Cun scià un matun faa de saun
De sfrega' fort per lava' i pagn
E i han purtaa sui spal el fe'
E pœ i fiœ', i fassen de legn
E i han purtaa suta i scusaa
Quel che sœi spall ghe stava piœ
E i han tasü e i han specciaa
Che quaivedœn turnass endré
Cun la divisa o una valisa
O anca cun piœ scià nagott
E i han pregaa fin a strepa'
Fœ tücc i ciò de la Sua cruus
"Fa che quel omm che turna a ca'
Sia amò quel omm che un dé l'è naa"

Ti scrivo da un posto che forse non c'è
E piango guardando le mille persone che non sono te
Talmente lontano che sbiadirà l'inchiostro
E anche 'sta foto con sopra una faccia che non sa chi è
La solita faccia, la solita bocca
Che si chiede perché non è lì con te
Non piangere Agata e guarda la valle
Vedrai che ritorno con questa distanza dietro le spalle
Aspettami Agata, la lettera è l'ultima
Il prossimo bacio che io scriverò sarà su di te

E basta bastiment
Che taien de mezz tütt el mund
E senti el sentiment
Che supresserà tücc i uncc
E pœ farò un falò
Brüserò questi letter de lacrim
E pœ dennanz al fœgh
I to œcc sügherann in un attim

E i eren donn, cüsiven el temp
I eren tusane, i eren mamm
E i eren stracch, e i eren stüff
De tegni' 'l cœr sœi tacapagn
E i eren lé tücc ne la vall
Implutunaa cume suldaa
Prunt a spara' i so œcc luntan
Per na' cerca' chi eren specciaa
E i han tasü e i han vedü
Che quaivedœn turnava endré
Cun la divisa o una valisa
O anca cun piœ scià nagott
Cun la divisa o una valisa
O anca cun piœ scià nagott

Agatha

I was a woman in love with time
I was a thousand, I was a mother
A chilly morning full of silence
I scrubbed hard to wash the linens
And I carried them on my shoulders to the stream
And the children make firewood
And I carried it on my shoulders
What was on my shoulders was too much
And I kept quiet and I waited
For my beloved to come back
In uniform or with a suitcase
Or with nothing at all
And I prayed until I was hoarse
For all who carry the cross
"Make that man who comes home
Be the same man who once left"

I am writing to you from a place that may not exist
And I weep as I watch the thousands of people who are not you
So far away that the ink will fade
And this photo with a face that doesn't know who it is
The usual face, the usual mouth
That wonders why it's not there with you
Don't cry, Agatha, and look at the valley
You will see that I return with this distance behind me
Wait for me, Agatha, this is the last letter
The next kiss I write will be on your lips

And that's enough ships
That cut the world in half
And feel the sentiment
That will suppress all the pains
And I'll make a bonfire
I'll burn these letters of tears
And in front of the fire
Your eyes will dry in an instant

And I was a woman, sewing time
I was a thousand, I was a mother
And I was tired, and I was fed up
To keep my heart on a leash
And I was there in the valley
Huddle together like soldiers
Ready to shoot my eyes far away
To seek out those I was waiting for
And I kept silent and I saw
That my beloved was coming back
In uniform or with a suitcase
Or with nothing more at all
In uniform or with a suitcase
Or with nothing more at all