Paroles et traduction Fabrizio De André - Ballata Dell'amore Cieco O Della Vanità

Ballata Dell'amore Cieco O Della Vanità

Un uomo onesto, un uomo probo
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
S'innamorò perdutamente
D'una che non lo amava niente
Gli disse, "Portami domani"
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
Gli disse, "Portami domani"
Il cuore di tua madre per i miei cani
Lui dalla madre andò e l'uccise
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
Dal petto il cuore le strappò
E dal suo amore ritornò
Non era il cuore, non era il cuore
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
Non le bastava quell'orrore
Volevo un'altra prova del suo cieco amore
Gli disse, "Amor, se mi vuoi bene"
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
Gli disse, "Amor se mi vuoi bene
Tagliati dei polsi le quattro vene"
Le vene ai polsi lui si tagliò
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
E come il sangue ne sgorgò
Correndo come un pazzo da lei tornò
Gli disse lei ridendo forte
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
Gli disse lei ridendo forte
"L'ultima tua prova sarà la morte"
E mentre il sangue lento usciva
E ormai cambiava il suo colore
La vanità fredda gioiva
Un uomo s'era ucciso per il suo amore
Fuori soffiava dolce il vento
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
Ma lei fu presa da sgomento
Quando lo vide morir contento
Morir contento e innamorato
Quando a lei niente era restato
Non il suo amore, non il suo bene
Ma solo il sangue secco delle sue vene

Ballade of Blind Love or Vanity

An honest man, a righteous man
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
Fell madly in love
With a woman who didn't love him at all
She said to him, "Bring it to me tomorrow"
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
She said to him, "Bring it to me tomorrow"
Your mother's heart for my dogs
To his mother's house he went and killed her
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
He ripped her heart from her chest
And went back to his love in haste
It wasn't the heart, it wasn't the heart
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
That horror wasn't enough for her
She wanted another proof of his blind love
She said to him, "Love, if you love me"
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
She said to him, "Love, if you love me
Slit the four veins in your wrists
His wrists he slit and blood did flow
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
And as the blood gushed out
Like a madman he ran back to her without a doubt
She said to him, laughing aloud
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
She said to him, laughing aloud
"Your final test will be death, I avow"
And as his blood slowly drained
And his color began to fade
Cold vanity was so amused
Because a man had killed himself for her, he refused
Outside, the wind was blowing sweetly
Tralalalalla, tralallaleru
But she was overwhelmed by dismay
When she saw him die, she couldn't say
Die content and in love
When there was nothing left to him, all he was worth
Not his love, not his soul
But only the dried blood in his veins, that's the whole