Paroles et traduction Francesco Guccini - Al Trist

Al Trist

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 Trist

My dear, it's been spring since this morning, but it's raining
My dear, it's been spring since this morning, but it's raining
I can't even take you outside even though it's Sunday
Because I don't have any new clothes
I don't have any new clothes, oh you

Your father was at the door asking me when I'm going to marry you
Your father was at the door asking me when I'm going to marry you
I have a hard time feeding myself
Imagine how it would be if there were two of us
Imagine how it would be if there were two of us

And when your mother came, I asked her where you are
When your mother came, I asked her where you are, oh you
She told me that you had gone away
With someone who has more money than me
With someone who has more money than me, oh you

And I'm standing here in the middle of the street, not knowing what to do
It's really bad to be on Sunday with an empty pocket and without you
And it's raining on my head
And I'm all wet like a chick
I'm all wet like a chick, oh you

I'm alone on the street all the time and I cry like a baby
I'm alone on the street all the time and I cry like a baby
It's springtime in the calendar
But it seems that winter has returned
It's springtime in the calendar
But it seems that winter has returned, oh you