Текст и перевод песни Premiata Forneria Marconi (PFM) - L'Infanzia di Maria (incluso La Tentazione)

L'Infanzia di Maria (incluso La Tentazione)

Forse fu all'ora terza,
Forse alla nona,
Cucito qualche giglio
Sul vestitino alla buona.
Forse fu per bisogno,
O peggio per buon esempio,
Presero i tuoi tre anni,
E li portarono al tempio,
Presero i tuoi tre anni
E li portarono al tempio.

Non fu più il seno di Anna,
Fra le mura discrete
A consolare il pianto
A calmarti la sete.
Dicono fosse un Angelo
A raccontarti le ore,
A misurarti il tempo
Fra cibo e Signore,
A misurarti il tempo
Fra cibo e Signore.

Scioglie la neve al sole,
Ritorna l'acqua al mare,
Il vento e la stagione
Ritornano a giocare.
Scioglie la neve al sole,
Ritorna l'acqua al mare,
Il vento e la stagione
Ritornano a giocare.

Ma non per te bambina,
Che nel tempio resti china.
Ma non per te bambina,
Che nel tempio resti china.

E quando i sacerdoti
Ti rifiutarono alloggio,
Avevi dodici anni
E nessuna colpa addosso,
Ma per i sacerdoti
Fu colpa il tuo omaggio,
La tua verginità
Che si tingeva di rosso,
La tua verginità
Che si tingeva di rosso.

E si vuol dar marito
A chi non lo voleva,
Si batte la campagna,
Si fruga la via.
Popolo senza moglie,
Uomini d'ogni leva,
Del corpo d'una vergine
Si fa lotteria,
Del corpo d'una vergine
Si fa lotteria.

Sciogli i capelli e guarda, già vengono...

Guardala, guardala, scioglie i capelli
Sono più lunghi dei nostri mantelli.
Guarda la pelle, tenera, lieve,
Risplende al sole come la neve.
Guardala, guardala, scioglie i capelli
Sono più lunghi dei nostri mantelli.
Guarda la pelle, tenera, lieve,
Risplende al sole come la neve.

Guarda le mani, guardale il viso,
Sembra venuta dal Paradiso.
Guarda le forme, la proporzione,
Sembra venuta per tentazione.

Guardala, guardala, scioglie i capelli
Sono più lunghi dei nostri mantelli.
Guarda le mani, guardale il viso,
Sembra venuta dal Paradiso.
Guardala, guardala, scioglie i capelli
Sono più lunghi dei nostri mantelli.
Guarda le mani, guardale il viso,
Sembra venuta dal Paradiso.

Guardale gli occhi, guarda i capelli,
Guarda le mani, guardale il collo
Guarda la carne, guarda il suo viso,
Guarda i capelli del Paradiso.

Guarda la carne, guardale il collo,
Sembra venuta dal suo sorriso,
Guardale gli occhi, guarda la neve,
Guarda la carne del Paradiso.

E fosti tu Giuseppe
Un reduce del passato,
Falegname per forza,
Padre per professione
A vederti assegnata
Da un destino sgarbato
Una figlia di più
Senza alcuna ragione,
Una bimba su cui
Non avevi intenzione.

E mentre te ne vai,
Stanco di essere stanco,
La bambina per mano,
La tristezza di fianco,
Pensi: "Quei sacerdoti
La diedero in sposa
A dita troppo secche
Per chiudersi su una rosa,
A un cuore troppo vecchio
Che ormai si riposa".

'Secondo l'ordine ricevuto,
Giuseppe portò la bambina nella propria casa,
E subito se ne partì
Per dei lavori che lo attendevano
Fuori dalla Giudea.
Rimase lontano quattro anni'.

The Childhood of Mary (including The Temptation)

Perhaps it was at the third hour,
Perhaps at the ninth,
Sewing some lilies
On the simple little dress.
Perhaps it was out of need,
Or worse, for good example,
They took your three years,
And they took them to the temple,
They took your three years
And they took them to the temple.

It was no longer Anna's breast,
Within the discreet walls
To console the crying
To quench your thirst.
They say it was an Angel
Telling you the hours,
Measuring your time
Between food and the Lord,
Measuring your time
Between food and the Lord.

The snow melts in the sun,
The water returns to the sea,
The wind and the season
Return to play.
The snow melts in the sun,
The water returns to the sea,
The wind and the season
Return to play.

But not for you, child,
Who remains bowed in the temple.
But not for you, child,
Who remains bowed in the temple.

And when the priests
Refused you lodging,
You were twelve years old
And no fault upon you,
But for the priests
Your homage was a fault,
Your virginity
That was tinged with red,
Your virginity
That was tinged with red.

And they want to give a husband
To one who did not want him,
They beat the countryside,
They search the way.
People without a wife,
Men of every age,
Of the body of a virgin
A lottery is made,
Of the body of a virgin
A lottery is made.

Untie your hair and look, they are already coming...

Look at her, look at her, she unties her hair
They are longer than our cloaks.
Look at the skin, tender, light,
It shines in the sun like snow.
Look at her, look at her, she unties her hair
They are longer than our cloaks.
Look at the skin, tender, light,
It shines in the sun like snow.

Look at her hands, look at her face,
She seems to have come from Paradise.
Look at the shapes, the proportion,
She seems to have come for temptation.

Look at her, look at her, she unties her hair
They are longer than our cloaks.
Look at her hands, look at her face,
She seems to have come from Paradise.
Look at her, look at her, she unties her hair
They are longer than our cloaks.
Look at her hands, look at her face,
She seems to have come from Paradise.

Look at her eyes, look at her hair,
Look at her hands, look at her neck
Look at the flesh, look at her face,
Look at the hair of Paradise.

Look at the flesh, look at her neck,
She seems to have come from her smile,
Look at her eyes, look at the snow,
Look at the flesh of Paradise.

And it was you, Joseph,
A remnant of the past,
Carpenter by force,
Father by profession
To see assigned to you
By an unkind fate
A daughter more
For no reason at all,
A little girl on whom
You had no intention.

And as you go away,
Tired of being tired,
The child by the hand,
Sadness by your side,
You think: "Those priests
They gave her in marriage
To fingers too dry
To close on a rose,
To a heart too old
That now rests".

'According to the order received,
Joseph took the child to his own house,
And immediately left
For some work that awaited him
Outside of Judea.
He remained away for four years'.