Текст и перевод песни Francesco Guccini - Al Trist - 2007 Digital Remaster

Al Trist - 2007 Digital Remaster

Am son sdesde stamateina
L'è primavera ma al piov
Am son sdesde stamateina
L'è primavera ma al piov
An pos porteret fòra anch sl'è dmanga
Perché ang'hò minga 'l vestì nov
Ang'hò minga 'l vestì nov ... oh se
A gh'era tò peder su l'us
Alm'hà dmandee quand' a te spos
Mmmm... a gh'era tò peder su l'us
Alm'hà dmandee quand' a te spos
Me cà fag fadiga a magner per me
Pensa mò bein sa s'cfus in du
Pensa mò bein sa s'cfus in du. oh sgnor
E quand'è gnu anca to medra
Ag'ho dmandee in do t'er te
E quand'è gnuda to medra
Ag'ho dmandee in do t'er te ... oh se
La m'ha rispost ela 'ndeda via
Con un càlg'ha più sold che me
Con un càlg'ha più sold che me ... oh se
E me a son chi
In mesa a la streda
Seinsa saver
Sa c'posia fer
L'è brut daboun
Ster a la dmanga
A saca voda
E seinsa te
E intant am piov sovra la testa
E a son tut moj come un pulsein
A son tut moj come un pulsein ... oh se
A son da sol long a la streda
E a zig daboun come un putein
A son da sol long a la streda
E a zig daboun come un putein
L'è primavera indal lunari
Ma per che inveren sia turnè
L'è primavera indal lunari
Ma per che inveren sia turnè
Oh se

Al Trist - 2007 Digital Remaster

I've been here since this morning
It's spring, but it's raining
I've been here since this morning
It's spring, but it's raining
I couldn't even go out, even though it's Sunday
Because I don't have any new clothes
I don't have any new clothes... oh dear
Your father was at the door
He asked me when I'm going to marry you
Your father was at the door
He asked me when I'm going to marry you
I have a hard time feeding myself
Just think how hard it would be if we were two
Just think how hard it would be if we were two... oh Lord
And when your mother came too
I asked her where you were
And when your mother came too
I asked her where you were... oh dear
She answered me right away
With a kick that gave me more money than I have
With a kick that gave me more money than I have... oh dear
And here I am
In the middle of the street
With no idea
What I can do
It's really bad
To be on the street on Sunday
Bailing water
And without you
And meanwhile it's raining on my head
And I'm all wet like a chicken
I'm all wet like a chicken... oh dear
I'm alone on the street
And I'm crying like a baby
I'm alone on the street
And I'm crying like a baby
It's spring in the almanac
But what a winter it has become
It's spring in the almanac
But what a winter it has become
Oh dear