Текст и перевод песни Enzo Jannacci - E L'era Tardi

E L'era Tardi

E l′era tardi, l'era tardi
In quella sera stracca
Che m′è vegnü bisogn d'un mila franc
Per quatà una trata

Dumandà mi gh'avevi vergogna
Dumandà e savé no a chi l′é ...
Gh′era il Rino, l'è vera, il Rino
Suldà insema in d′i bersaglier

Ma l'era tardi, l′era tardi
In quella sera stracca
E distürbà la gent spusà de poc
Col lavurà ch'el fiaca

"La me scüsa, sciura, gh′è il Rino?
La ghe disa che gh'è il bersaglier"
El vien giò d'i scal in camisa
Mi suridi, lü nanca un vers.

"Ciao, Rino, scusa, el su, l′è tardi, ma
Ma in questa sera stracca
Vurevi salüdatt, e po′
Ciamà i bei temp de la guera, vacca!
Quant'è seret sensa murusa - te ricordet!
Quand andavum a ciapà i ciucch ...
Sì ma, Rino, gh′è sarìa un'altra roba ...
Non andar via, Rino, ciao Rino ... Ohé!"

E mi′l savevi l'era tardi
Per disturbà la gent
Ciapà magari a fa′ l'amur
La gent che la gh'ha i so impegn.
Sì, ma em fa anca la guera insema
Sott ai bumb, cuntra i füsilàd ...
Val püssé in cö un bel mila lira
In sacocia desmentegà ...

It Was Late

It was late, it was late
On that tired evening
That I needed a thousand francs
To pay for a bribe

I was embarrassed to ask
I didn't know who to ask ...
There was Rino, it's true, Rino
We were soldiers together in the bersaglieri

But it was late, it was late
On that tired evening
And to disturb people who were recently married
Who work hard

"Excuse me, ma'am, is Rino here?
Tell him the bersagliere is here"
He came down the stairs in his shirt
I smiled, he didn't say a word.

"Hello, Rino, excuse me, I know, it's late, but
On this tired evening
I wanted to say hello, and then
Remember the good old times of the war, damn it!
How lonely we were without a girlfriend - do you remember!
When we went to catch the donkeys ...
Yes, but, Rino, there's something else ...
Don't go, Rino, hello Rino ... Hey!"

And I knew it was late
To disturb people
To catch them maaking love perhaps
People who have their own commitments.
Yes, but we also fought in the war together
Under the bombs, against the rifles ...
A thousand lire is worth more
Forgotten in a pocket ...