In Un Giorno Di Pioggia - Modena City Ramblers

Is è mo laoch, mo ghile mear

Is è mo Shaesar

Ghile mear

Ni fhuras fein aon tsuan as sean

O chuaigh i gcein mo ghile mear

Addio, addio e un bicchiere levato al cielo d’Irlanda e alle nuvole gonfie

Un nodo alla gola ed un ultimo sguardo alla vecchia Liffey e alle strade del

porto

Un sorso di birra per le verdi brughiere e un altro ai mocciosi coperti di fango

E un brindisi anche agli gnomi a alle fate, ai folletti che corrono sulle tue

strade

Hai i fianchi robusti di una vecchia signora e i modi un po' rudi della gente

di mare

Ti trascini tra fango, sudore e risate e la puzza di alcool nelle notti d’estate

Un vecchio compagno ti segue paziente, il mare si sdraia fedele ai tuoi piedi

Ti culla leggero nelle sere d’inverno, ti riporta le voci degli amanti di ieri

E' in un giorno di pioggia che ti ho conosciuta

Il vento dell’ovest rideva gentile

E in un giorno di pioggia ho imparato ad amarti

Mi hai preso per mano portandomi via

Hai occhi di ghiaccio ed un cuore di terra, hai il passo pesante di un vecchio

ubriacone

Ti chiudi a sognare nelle notti d’inverno e ti copri di rosso e fiorisci

d’estate

I tuoi esuli parlano lingue straniere, si addormentano soli sognando i tuoi

cieli

Si ritrovano persi in paesi lontani a cantare una terra di profughi e santi

E' in un giorno di pioggia che ti ho conosciuta

Il vento dell’ovest rideva gentile

E in un giorno di pioggia ho imparato ad amarti

Mi hai preso per mano portandomi via

E in un giorno di pioggia ti rivedrò ancora

E potrò consolare i tuoi occhi bagnati

In un giorno di pioggia saremo vicini

Balleremo leggeri sull’aria di un Reel

Is è mo laoch, mo ghile mear

Is is mo Shaesar

Ghile mear

Ni fhuras fein aon tsuan as sean

O chuaigh i gcein mo ghile mear

Goodbye, goodbye and a glass raised to the Irish sky and puffy clouds

A lump in the throat and a last look at the old Liffey and the streets of the

port

A sip of beer for the green moors and another for the muddy brats

And a toast also to the gnomes and to the fairies, to the elves running on yours

streets

You have the stout hips of an old lady and the somewhat rough manners of people

of sea

You drag yourself through mud, sweat and laughter and the stench of alcohol on summer nights

An old companion follows you patiently, the sea lies down faithful to your feet

It cradles you lightly on winter evenings, it brings you back the voices of yesterday's lovers

It was on a rainy day that I met you

The west wind laughed gently

And on a rainy day I learned to love you

You took me by the hand and took me away

You have eyes of ice and a heart of earth, you have the heavy step of an old man

drunkard

You close yourself up to dream on winter nights and cover yourself in red and blossom

in the summertime

Your exiles speak foreign languages, they fall asleep alone dreaming of yours

skies

They find themselves lost in distant countries singing a land of refugees and saints

It was on a rainy day that I met you

The west wind laughed gently

And on a rainy day I learned to love you

You took me by the hand and took me away

And on a rainy day I'll see you again

And I will be able to console your wet eyes

On a rainy day we will be close

We will dance lightly on the air of a Reel