Текст и перевод песни Enzo Jannacci - L'era tardi

L'era tardi

E l'era tardi, l'era tardi
In quèla sera straca
Che m'é vegnù el bisogn'
D'on mila franch'
Per quattà 'na trata,
Domandaij gh'avevi vergogna,
Domandaj, saveij no a chi l'è
Gh'era el Rino, l'è vera,
El Rino! soldà insema
In d'i bersaglier.
E l'era tardi, l'era tardi
In quèla sera straca
Per disturba' la gent'
Spùsa' de poch',
Col laùra' ch'el fiaca
"La me scusa, sciura,
Gh'é el Rino? La ghe disa: gh'é el bersaglier!"
E el ven giò di i scal' in camisa,
Mi sorridi, lù nanca on vers'!
"Ciao Rino, scusa,
El sò l'è tardi,
Ma in questa sera straca,
Volèvi salùdart',
Ciamàa i beij temp' de la guera vaca!
Quand' te' seret sensa morosa
Quand' che andavom a
Ciapàa i cioch'...
Si, ma Rino, gh'è n'altra roba, va no via Rino...
Ciao Rino, oeh!"
E mi el savevi, l'era tardi
De disturbà la gent',
Ciapàa magari a fa' l'amor,
La gent' che la gh'hà i so' impegn'...
Si, ma 'emm fa' anca la guera 'nsema
Sott'ai bomb, contr'ai fùsilad,
Var pùssé che on bel mila lira
In saccoccia desmentegà

It Was Late

And it was late, it was late,
In that weary evening,
That I felt the urge
For a thousand francs,
To pay for a treat.
I asked him, I was ashamed,
Asking him, I don't know who he is.
Rino was there, it's true,
Rino! we were soldiers together,
In the Bersaglieri.
And it was late, it was late,
In that weary evening,
To disturb people,
Just married,
With their exhausting work,
"Excuse me, madam,
Is Rino here? I tell her: there's the Bersagliere!"
And he comes down the stairs in his shirt,
He smiles at me, but no words from him!
"Hi Rino, excuse me,
I know it's late,
But on this weary evening,
I wanted to greet you,
Recall the good times of the idle war!
When you were single,
When we went to
Get some sex...
Yes, but Rino, there's something else, don't go Rino...
"Ciao Rino, hello!"
And I knew it, it was late,
To disturb people,
Caught maybe making love,
People who have their commitments...
Yes, but we also fought the war together,
Under the bombs, against the guns,
It's worth more than a thousand lire,
Forgotten in a forgotten pocket,