Lyrics and translation Francesco De Gregori - Tweedle Dum & Tweedle Dee (Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum)

Tweedle Dum & Tweedle Dee (Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum)

Tweedle Dum e Tweedle Dee
Sgobbano al sole di mezzodì
Tirano sassi a un albero storto
Spargono polvere ed ossa di morto
Vivono al confine di Shangri-là
E prendono quello che Dio gli dà
Parlano poco e gli va bene così
A Tweedle Dum e Tweedle Dee

Salgono su un tram chiamato Desiderio
Vanno in campagna, mollano il lavoro
Guardano un dolce nella vetrina
Si rivoltano le tasche, ma non c′è una lira
Potrebbero andarsene chissà dove
Ma vedono una strada che porta al sole
È la voce del padrone che ci chiama da lì
Fa Tweedle Dum a Tweedle Dee

Tweedle Dee e Tweedle Dum
Alzano il tiro, vanno più in là
Ad imparare la lingua del vento
Sotto l'incudine del firmamento
Tweedle Dum dice a Tweedle Dee
"Levati dai piedi, vattene da qui"
Sono bambini, sono fatti così
Tweedle Dum e Tweedle Dee

La pioggia crepita sul davanzale
Del bene che ti voglio tu non sai che fare
Bolle la zuppa, la pappa arriva
Aglio, cervello e olio d′oliva
Prega in ginocchio Tweedle Dee
"Dammene un poco, va bene così"
"Tutto va bene se proprio ti va"
Fa Tweedle Dee a Tweedle Dum

Sono contenti di come si sta
Tweedle Dee e Tweedle Dum
Un po' più poveri e malridotti
Scendono in parata coi poliziotti
Stanno in camuffa, alzano il grano
Svoltano alla grande, sono qualcuno
E aprono un negozio di attacchi da sci
Tweedle Dum e Tweedle Dee

I sogni di un tempo non passano mai
Tieniti nel cuore l'amore che hai
La mia ragazza voleva di più
Ma adesso ha un vestito che vale un Perù
Tweedle Dee invecchia da cane
Tweedle Dum tira fuori il pugnale
"Sarebbe molto meglio finirla qui"
Fa Tweedle Dum a Tweedle Dee

Tweedle Dum & Tweedle Dee (Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum)

Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
Toil in the midday sun
They throw stones at a crooked tree
They scatter dust and dead men's bones
They live on the edge of Shangri-là
And they take what God gives them
They speak little and that's okay
With Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee

They get on a streetcar called Desire
They go to the country, they give up work
They look at a pastry in a shop window
They turn their pockets out, but there's not a cent
They could go somewhere else, who knows where?
But they see a road that leads to the sun
It's the voice of the master calling us from there
Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
They up the ante, they go further
To learn the language of the wind
Under the anvil of the firmament
Tweedle Dum says to Tweedle Dee
"Get out of the way, get out of here"
They're children, that's how they are
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee

The rain crackles on the window sill
You don't know what to do with the love I have for you
The soup bubbles, the food is coming
Garlic, brains and olive oil
Tweedle Dee prays on his knees
"Give me some, that's okay"
"Everything's okay if that's what you really want"
Tweedle Dee to Tweedle Dum

They're happy with the way things are
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
A little poorer and worse off
They're parading with the police
They're in disguise, they're raising the grain
They're turning the big one around, they're somebody
And they're opening a ski shop
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee

The dreams of a time never pass
Keep the love you have in your heart
My girl wanted more
But now she has a dress that's worth a fortune
Tweedle Dee is getting old like a dog
Tweedle Dum pulls out his dagger
"It would be much better to end it here"
Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee