Текст и перевод песни Modena City Ramblers - I Funerali Di Berlinguer

I Funerali Di Berlinguer

Un popolo intero trattiene il respiro e fissa la bara,
Sotto al palco e alla fotografia.

La città sembra un mare di rosse bandiere
E di fiori e di lacrime e di addii.

Eravamo all′Osteriola, una sera come tante,
A parlare come sempre di politica e di sport,
è arrivato Ghigo Forni, sbianché come un linsol,
An s'capiva ′na parola du bestemi e tri sfundon.

"Hanno detto per la radio che c'è stata una disgrazia,
A Padova è stato male il segretario del PCI"

Luciano va al telefono parla in fretta e mette giù
"Ragazzi, sta morendo in compagno Berlinguer".
Pipein l'è andè in canteina
A tor des butiglioun,
A i′am fat fora in tri quert d′ora,
L'era al vein ed l′ocasioun
A m'arcord brisa s′le suces
D'un trat as′sam catee
In sema al treno c'as purteva
Ai funerel ed Berlinguer.

A Modena in stazione c'era il treno del partito,
Ci ha raccolti tutti quanti, le bandiere e gli striscioni
A Bologna han cominciato a tirare fuori il vino
E a leggersi a vicenda i titoli dell′Unità.

C′era Gianni lo spazzino con le carte da ramino,
Ripuliva tutti quanti da Bulagna a Sas Marcoun,
Ma a Firenze a selta fora Vitori "al professor",
Do partidi quattro a zero dopo Gianni l'è stè boun.

I vecc i an tachee
A recurder i teimp andee,
I de d′la resisteinza
Quand'i eren partigian
A′n so brisa s'le cuntee
Ma a la fine a s′am catee
In sema al treno c'as purteva
Ai funerel ed Berlinguer.

Gli amici e i compagni lo piangono, i nemici gli rendono onore,
Pertini siede impietrito e qualcosa è morto anche in lui.
Pajetta ricorda con rabbia e parla con voce di tuono
Ma non può riportarlo tra noi.

Roma Termini scendiamo, srotoliamo le bandiere,
Ci fermiamo in piazza esedra per il solito caffè
Parte Gianni il segretario e nueter tot adree
Per andare a salutare il compagno Berlinguer.

Con i fazzoletti rossi ma le facce tutte scure,
Non c'era tanta voglia di parlare tra di noi,
Po′ n′idiota da 'na ca la tachè a sghignazer,
A g′lom cadeva a tgnir ferem Gigi se no a'l finiva mel.

A sam seimpre ste de dre
E quand′a sam rivee
La piaza l'era pina
"Ma quant comunesta a ghé"
A′n g'lom cadeva a veder un caz
Ma anc nueter as' sam catee
In sema al treno c′as purteva
Ai funerel ed Berlinguer

Pipein l′è andé in canteina
A tor des butiglioun,
A i'am fat fora in tri quert d′ora,
L'era al vein ed l′ocasioun
A m'arcord brisa s′le suces
D'un trat as'sam catee
In sema al treno c′as purteva
Ai funerel ed Berlinguer.

The Funeral of Berlinguer

An entire people hold their breath and stare at the coffin,
Under the stage and the photograph.

The city looks like a sea of red flags
And flowers and tears and goodbyes.

We were at the Osteriola, one evening like so many others,
Talking as always about politics and sports,
Ghigo Forni arrived, pale as a sheet,
I couldn't even understand a single word, just curses and nonsense.

"They said on the radio that there was an accident,
The secretary of the PCI has been taken ill in Padua"

Luciano goes to the phone, speaks quickly and hangs up
"Guys, comrade Berlinguer is dying".
Pipein goes to the cellar
To get two bottles,
We finished them off in three quarters of an hour,
It was wine and the occasion
I don't remember what happened
Suddenly we found ourselves
On the train that was taking us
To the funeral of Berlinguer.

At the station in Modena there was the party train,
It picked us all up, the flags and the banners
In Bologna they started to pull out the wine
And to read out the headlines of Unità to each other.

There was Gianni the street sweeper with his rummy cards,
He cleaned up everyone from Bologna to San Marco,
But in Florence Vitori "the professor" came out,
Four to zero in two games, after that Gianni was done for.

The old men started
To remember the old days,
Those of the Resistance
When they were partisans
I don't know if they were telling the truth
But in the end we found ourselves
On the train that was taking us
To the funeral of Berlinguer.

Friends and comrades mourn him, enemies pay him tribute,
Pertini sits petrified and something has died in him too.
Pajetta remembers with anger and speaks with a voice of thunder
But he cannot bring him back to us.

Roma Termini we get off, unroll the banners,
We stop in Piazza Esedra for the usual coffee
Gianni the secretary sets off and we all follow
To go and say goodbye to comrade Berlinguer.

With our red handkerchiefs but our faces all dark,
There wasn't much desire to talk among us,
Then an idiot from some house started laughing,
We had to hold Gigi back or he would have ended up badly.

We always stayed behind
And when we arrived
The square was full
"How many communists there are"
He didn't have the guts to look at a thing
But we too found ourselves
On the train that was taking us
To the funeral of Berlinguer

Pipein goes to the cellar
To get two bottles,
We finished them off in three quarters of an hour,
It was wine and the occasion
I don't remember what happened
Suddenly we found ourselves
On the train that was taking us
To the funeral of Berlinguer.