Paroles et traduction Fabrizio De André - L'infanzia Di Maria (Live Tour 'M'innamoravo di tutto')

L'infanzia Di Maria (Live Tour 'M'innamoravo di tutto')

Forse fu all'ora terza
Forse alla nona
Cucito qualche giglio
Sul vestitino alla buona

Forse fu per bisogno
O peggio per buon esempio
Presero i tuoi tre anni
E li portarono al tempio

Presero i tuoi tre anni
E li portarono al tempio

Non fu più il seno di Anna
Fra le mura discrete
A consolare il pianto
A calmarti la sete

Dicono fosse un angelo
A raccontarti le ore
A misurarti il tempo
Fra cibo e Signore

A misurarti il tempo
Fra cibo e Signore

(Scioglie la neve al sole)
(Ritorna l'acqua al mare)
(Il vento e la stagione)
(Ritornano a giocare)

(Ma non per te, bambina)
(Che nel tempio resti china)
(Ma non per te, bambina)
(Che nel tempio resti china)

E quando i sacerdoti
Ti rifiutarono alloggio
Avevi dodic'anni
E nessuna colpa addosso

Ma per i sacerdoti
Fu colpa il tuo maggio
La tua verginità
Che si tingeva di rosso

La tua verginità
Che si tingeva di rosso

E si vuol dar marito
A chi non lo voleva
Si batte la campagna
Si fruga la via

Popolo senza moglie
Uomini d'ogni leva
Del corpo d'una vergine
Si fa lotteria

Del corpo d'una vergine
Si fa lotteria

(Sciogli i capelli e guarda)
(Già vengono)

(Guardala, guardala, scioglie i capelli)
(Sono più lunghi dei nostri mantelli)
(Guarda la pelle, tenera e lieve)
(Risplende al sole come la neve)

(Guarda le mani, guardale il viso)
(Sembra venuta dal paradiso)
(Guarda le forme, la proporzione)
(Sembra venuta per tentazione)

(Guardala, guardala, scioglie i capelli)
(Sono più lunghi dei nostri mantelli)
(Guarda le mani, guardale il viso)
(Sembra venuta dal paradiso)

(Guardale gli occhi, guarda i capelli)
(Guarda le mani, guardale il collo)
(Guarda la carne, guarda il suo viso)
(Guarda i capelli del paradiso)

(Guarda la carne, guardale il collo)
(Sembra venuta dal suo sorriso)
(Guardale gli occhi, guarda la neve)
(Guarda la carne del paradiso!)

E fosti tu, Giuseppe
Un reduce del passato
Falegname per forza
Padre per professione

A vederti assegnata
Da un destino sgarbato
Una figlia di più
Senza alcuna ragione

Una bimba su cui
Non avevi intenzione

E mentre te ne vai
Stanco d'essere stanco
La bambina per mano
La tristezza di fianco

Pensi: "Quei sacerdoti"
"La diedero in sposa"
"A dita troppo secche"
"Per chiudersi su una rosa"

"A un cuore troppo vecchio
"Che ormai si riposa"

Mary's Childhood (Live Tour 'M'innamoravo di tutto')

Perhaps it was at the third hour
Perhaps at the ninth
Sewing a few lilies
On the humble little dress

Perhaps it was out of need
Or worse as a good example
They took your three years
And brought them to the temple

They took your three years
And brought them to the temple

It was no longer Anna's breast
Within the discrete walls
To comfort your weeping
To quench your thirst

They say it was an angel
To tell you the hours
To measure your time
Between food and the Lord

To measure your time
Between food and the Lord

(The snow melts in the sun)
(The water returns to the sea)
(The wind and the season)
(Return to play)

(But not for you, little girl)
(Who remain bowed in the temple)
(But not for you, little girl)
(Who remain bowed in the temple)

And when the priests
Refused you lodging
You were twelve years old
And bore no blame

But for the priests
Your May was a sin
Your virginity
That was tinged with red

Your virginity
That was tinged with red

And they wish to give in marriage
To someone who did not want it
They beat the countryside
They search the streets

People without a wife
Men of all ages
Of a virgin's body
They make a lottery

Of a virgin's body
They make a lottery

(Untie your hair and look)
(They're coming)

(Look at her, look at her, untie her hair)
(They are longer than our cloaks)
(Look at her skin, tender and light)
(It shines in the sun like snow)

(Look at her hands, look at her face)
(She seems to have come from paradise)
(Look at her form, her proportion)
(She seems to have come for temptation)

(Look at her, look at her, untie her hair)
(They are longer than our cloaks)
(Look at her hands, look at her face)
(She seems to have come from paradise)

(Look at her eyes, look at her hair)
(Look at her hands, look at her neck)
(Look at her flesh, look at her face)
(Look at the hair of paradise)

(Look at her flesh, look at her neck)
(She seems to have come from her smile)
(Look at her eyes, look at the snow)
(Look at the flesh of paradise!)

And you were, Joseph
A relic of the past
A carpenter by force
A father by profession

To see yourself assigned
By a rude destiny
One more daughter
Without a reason

A little girl on whom
You had no intention

And as you leave
Tired of being tired
The little girl by the hand
Sadness by your side

You think: "Those priests"
"They married her off"
"To fingers too dry"
"To close on a rose"

"To a heart too old
"That now rests"