Текст и перевод песни Giovanni Correddu - Eran ieri i miei dolori (Strumentale)

Eran ieri i miei dolori (Strumentale)

Eran ieri i miei dolori
Simili a bachi di seta
Che fabbricavano bozzoli
Oggi son nere farfalle

Da quanti fiori amari
Ho estratto la bianca cera
Un tempo in cui le mie pene
Lavoravano come api

Oggi son erbe cattive
O zizzanie inseminate
Come carbonchio in spiga
Come tarlo dentro il legno

Un tempo in cui i miei dolori
Avevan lagrime buone
Ed eran come acqua di marea
Che va irrigando un orto
Oggi son acqua di torrente
Che strappa la buona terra

Dolori che ieri fecero
Del mio cuore un alveare
Oggi trattano il mio cuore
Come una vecchia muraglia
Vogliono abbatterlo, e subito
A colpi di piccone

Yesterday, My Sorrows (Instrumental)

Yesterday, my sorrows were
Like silkworms so small,
Spinning their cocoons in thrall,
Today, they are black butterflies, taking flight.

From so many bitter flowers, my dear,
I extracted the white wax, pure and clear,
A time when my pains, sharp and deep,
Labored like bees, their honey to keep.

Now they are weeds, unwanted and vile,
Or tares sown with deceitful guile,
Like blight on the wheat, a destructive force,
Like a worm in the wood, changing its course.

A time when my sorrows, heavy and true,
Had good tears, like morning dew,
And were like the tide's gentle embrace,
Watering a garden, a peaceful space.
Now they are a torrent, wild and untamed,
Tearing the good earth, leaving it maimed.

Sorrows that yesterday made, you see,
Of my heart a busy, buzzing hive, for me,
Today treat my heart with disdain and scorn,
Like an old wall, weathered and worn,
They want to tear it down, without a care,
With blows from a pickaxe, in the open air.