Paroles et traduction Francesco Guccini - Al Trést - Live;2007 Digital Remaster

Al Trést - Live;2007 Digital Remaster

A m sun desdé stamatéina l'è primavéra ma al piòv
A m sun desdé stamatéina l'è primavéra ma al piòv,
A n pos purtéret fòra anch sl'lè dmanga
Perchè a n gh'ò ménga al vsti nòv,
A n gh'ò ménga al vsti nòv, oh sé...

A gh'era tò péder sù l'òss, a I m'à dmandè quand a té spòs,
Ma gh'era tò péder sù l'òss, a I m'à dmandè quand a té spòs
Mé, ch'a fagh fadiga a magnér per mé,
Péinsa mò béin s'a x'foss in dò,
Péinsa mò béin s'a x'foss in dò...

E quand l'é gnuda tò médra a gh'ò dmandé in dòv t'ér té,
Ho dét, quand l'é gnuda tò médra a gh'ò dmandé in dòv t'ér té, oh sé,
La m'ha rispòst ch'tér andéda via
Con un ch'al gh'à più sòld che mé,
Con un ch'al gh'à più sòld che mé, oh sé...

E mé a sun ché in mez a la stréda séinza savéir csa pòsia I fé
L'é bròtt débòn sté a la dmanga a bsaca vòda e séinza té
E intant a m piòv sòvra a la testa
E a sòn tòt mòi còmm un pulséin,
A sòn tòt mòi còmm un pulséin, oh sé...

A sòn da sòl d'lòngh a la stréda e a zigh dabòun còmm un putéin,
A sòn da sòl d'lòngh a la stréda e a zigh dabòun còmm un putéin,
L'é primavéra ind al lunari,
Ma a pér che invéren sia turné
L'é primavéra ind al lunari,
Ma a pér che invéren sia turné, oh sé...

Al Trést - Live;2007 Digital Remaster

It's been spring since this morning, but it's raining
It's been spring since this morning, but it's raining,
I can't even take you out, even though it's Sunday
Because I don't have any new clothes to wear,
I don't have any new clothes, oh dear...

Your father was on my back, asking me when I'm going to marry you,
Your father was on my back, asking me when I'm going to marry you,
I, who can barely afford to feed myself,
You can imagine what it would be like if there were two of us,
You can imagine what it would be like if there were two of us...

And when your mother came, I asked her where you were,
Ho said, when your mother came, I asked her where you were, oh dear,
She told me you'd gone away
With someone who has more money than me,
With someone who has more money than me, oh dear...

And I'm here in the middle of the street, not knowing what to do
It's really sad to be out on a Sunday with no money and without you
And meanwhile it's raining on my head
And I'm drenched to the bone,
I'm drenched to the bone, oh dear...

I'm all alone on the street and I'm crying like a baby,
I'm all alone on the street and I'm crying like a baby,
It's springtime in the calendar,
But it feels like winter has returned
It's springtime in the calendar,
But it feels like winter has returned, oh dear...