Paroles et traduction Giorgio Gaber - Qualcuno era comunista (live)

Qualcuno era comunista (live)

Qualcuno era comunista perché era nato in Emilia.
Qualcuno era comunista perché il nonno, lo zio, il papà, ... La mamma no.
Qualcuno era comunista perché vedeva la Russia come una promessa,
La Cina come una poesia, il comunismo come il paradiso terrestre.
Qualcuno era comunista perché si sentiva solo.
Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva avuto un′educazione troppo cattolica.
Qualcuno era comunista perché il cinema lo esigeva, il teatro lo esigeva, la pittura lo esigeva, la letteratura anche: lo esigevano tutti.
Qualcuno era comunista perché glielo avevano detto.
Qualcuno era comunista perché non gli avevano detto tutto.
Qualcuno era comunista perché prima (prima, prima...) era fascista.
Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva capito che la Russia andava piano, ma lontano...
Qualcuno era comunista perché Berlinguer era una brava persona.
Qualcuno era comunista perché Andreotti non era una brava persona...
Qualcuno era comunista perché era ricco, ma amava il popolo...
Qualcuno era comunista perché beveva il vino e si commuoveva alle feste popolari.
Qualcuno era comunista perché era così ateo che aveva bisogno di un altro Dio.
Qualcuno era comunista perché era così affascinato dagli operai che voleva essere uno di loro.
Qualcuno era comunista perché non ne poteva più di fare l'operaio.
Qualcuno era comunista perché voleva l′aumento di stipendio.
Qualcuno era comunista perché la rivoluzione?... oggi, no. Domani, forse. Ma dopodomani, sicuramente!
Qualcuno era comunista perché... "la borghesia il proletariato la lotta di classe, cazzo!"...
Qualcuno era comunista per fare rabbia a suo padre.
Qualcuno era comunista perché guardava solo RAI3.
Qualcuno era comunista per moda, qualcuno per principio, qualcuno per frustrazione.
Qualcuno era comunista perché voleva statalizzare tutto!
Qualcuno era comunista perché non conosceva gli impiegati statali, parastatali e affini...
Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva scambiato il materialismo dialettico per il Vangelo Secondo Lenin.
Qualcuno era comunista perché era convinto di avere dietro di sè la classe operaia.
Qualcuno era comunista perché era più comunista degli altri.
Qualcuno era comunista perché c'era il Grande Partito Comunista.
Qualcuno era comunista malgrado ci fosse il Grande Partito Comunista.
Qualcuno era comunista perché non c'era niente di meglio.
Qualcuno era comunista perché abbiamo avuto il peggiore partito socialista d′Europa!
Qualcuno era comunista perché lo Stato, peggio che da noi, solo l′Uganda...
Qualcuno era comunista perché non ne poteva più di quarant'anni di governi democristiani incapaci e mafiosi.
Qualcuno era comunista perché Piazza Fontana, Brescia, la stazione di Bologna, l′Italicus, Ustica, eccetera, eccetera, eccetera!...
Qualcuno era comunista perché chi era contro, era comunista!
Qualcuno era comunista perché non sopportava più quella cosa sporca che ci ostiniamo a chiamare democrazia!
Qualcuno, qualcuno credeva di essere comunista, e forse era qualcos'altro.
Qualcuno era comunista perché sognava una libertà diversa da quella americana.
Qualcuno era comunista perché credeva di poter essere vivo e felice solo se lo erano anche gli altri.
Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva bisogno di una spinta verso qualcosa di nuovo, perché sentiva la necessità di una morale diversa.
Perché forse era solo una forza, un volo, un sogno.
Era solo uno slancio, un desiderio di cambiare le cose, di cambiare la vita.
Qualcuno era comunista perché con accanto questo slancio ognuno era come più di se stesso: era come due persone in una.
Da una parte la personale fatica quotidiana,
E dall′altra il senso di appartenenza a una razza che voleva spiccare il volo,
Per cambiare veramente la vita.
No, niente rimpianti.
Forse anche allora molti avevano aperto le ali senza essere capaci di volare,
Come dei gabbiani ipotetici.
E ora?
Anche ora ci si sente in due: da una parte l'uomo inserito, che attraversa ossequiosamente lo squallore della propria sopravvivenza quotidiana,
E dall′altra il gabbiano, senza più neanche l'intenzione del volo.
Perché ormai il sogno si è rattrappito.
Due miserie in un corpo solo.

Someone Was a Communist (Live)

Someone was a communist because he was born in Emilia.
Someone was a communist because his grandfather, his uncle, his father were… Not his mother, though.
Someone was a communist because he saw Russia as a promise,
China as a poem, communism as the earthly paradise.
Someone was a communist because he felt alone.
Someone was a communist because he had a too Catholic education.
Someone was a communist because cinema demanded it, theatre demanded it, painting demanded it, literature too: everyone demanded it.
Someone was a communist because he was told to be.
Someone was a communist because he wasn't told everything.
Someone was a communist because before (before, before...) he was a fascist.
Someone was a communist because he understood that Russia was going slowly, but far...
Someone was a communist because Berlinguer was a good person.
Someone was a communist because Andreotti wasn't a good person...
Someone was a communist because he was rich, but loved the people...
Someone was a communist because he drank wine and got emotional at folk festivals.
Someone was a communist because he was so atheist that he needed another God.
Someone was a communist because he was so fascinated by the workers that he wanted to be one of them.
Someone was a communist because he couldn't stand being a worker anymore.
Someone was a communist because he wanted a raise.
Someone was a communist because the revolution?... not today. Tomorrow, maybe. But the day after tomorrow, for sure!
Someone was a communist because... "the bourgeoisie, the proletariat, the class struggle, damn it!"...
Someone was a communist to spite his father.
Someone was a communist because he only watched RAI3.
Someone was a communist for fashion, someone for principle, someone for frustration.
Someone was a communist because he wanted to nationalize everything!
Someone was a communist because he didn't know the state, parastatal and related employees...
Someone was a communist because he had mistaken dialectical materialism for the Gospel According to Lenin.
Someone was a communist because he was convinced he had the working class behind him.
Someone was a communist because he was more communist than the others.
Someone was a communist because there was the Great Communist Party.
Someone was a communist despite the Great Communist Party.
Someone was a communist because there was nothing better.
Someone was a communist because we had the worst socialist party in Europe!
Someone was a communist because the State, worse than ours, only Uganda...
Someone was a communist because he couldn't stand forty years of incapable and mafia-like Christian Democrat governments.
Someone was a communist because of Piazza Fontana, Brescia, the Bologna station, the Italicus, Ustica, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera!...
Someone was a communist because whoever was against, was a communist!
Someone was a communist because he couldn't stand that dirty thing we insist on calling democracy!
Someone, someone thought he was a communist, and maybe he was something else.
Someone was a communist because he dreamed of a different freedom than the American one.
Someone was a communist because he believed he could only be alive and happy if others were too.
Someone was a communist because he needed a push towards something new, because he felt the need for a different morality.
Because maybe it was just a force, a flight, a dream.
It was just a surge, a desire to change things, to change life.
Someone was a communist because with this surge beside him, everyone was like more than himself: he was like two people in one.
On the one hand, the personal daily struggle,
And on the other, the sense of belonging to a race that wanted to take flight,
To truly change life.
No, no regrets.
Perhaps even then, many had opened their wings without being able to fly,
Like hypothetical seagulls.
And now?
Even now, one feels in two: on the one hand, the inserted man, who obsequiously goes through the squalor of his own daily survival,
And on the other, the seagull, without even the intention of flying anymore.
Because by now the dream has shrunk.
Two miseries in one body.