Paroles et traduction Fabrizio De André - L'infanzia di Maria

L'infanzia di Maria

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, 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

Secondo l'ordine ricevuto
Giuseppe portò la bambina nella propria casa
E subito se ne partì
Per dei lavori che lo attendevano fuori dalla Giudea

E rimase lontano quattro anni

Mary's Childhood

Perhaps it was at the third hour
Perhaps at the ninth
Sewing a few lilies
Onto your simple dress

Perhaps it was out of necessity
Or worse, for 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 discreet walls
To console the crying
To quench your thirst

They say it was an angel
Telling you the hours
Measuring your time
Between food and the Lord

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

And when the priests
Refused you lodging
You were twelve years old
And no fault upon you

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

Your virginity
That was tinged with red

And they want to give a husband
To one who did not want it
They beat the countryside
They search the way

People without wives
Men of every age
Of a virgin's body
They make a lottery

Of a virgin's body
They make a lottery

(Untie your hair and look, they are already coming!)

(Look at her, look at her, she unties her hair)
(They are longer than our cloaks)
(Look at her skin, tender, 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 shape, the proportion)
(She seems to have come for temptation)

(Look at her, look at her, she unties 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 remnant of the past
Carpenter by force
Father by profession

To see you assigned
By an unkind fate
An extra daughter
Without any reason

A little girl on whom
You had no intention

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

You think: those priests
Gave her in marriage
To fingers too dry
To close on a rose

To a heart too old
That now rests

According to the order received
Joseph brought the child to his own house
And immediately left
For some works that awaited him outside of Judea

And he remained away for four years