Il cappello a sonagli - Angelo Branduardi

Mentre il buffone camminava il giardino immobile restava;

La sua anima pregò di posarsi alla sua finestra

Ed i gufi cominciarono a chiamare

Quando l’anima si levo`, vestita in blu

La sua parola era saggia al pensiero

Di quel suo passo calmo e leggero.

così leggero

Ma la regina non le diede ascolto, si avvolse nella sua camicia

Le pesanti imposte tirò a se ed il chiavistello abbassò

Ed il suo cuore lui prego` di andare a lei

Quando i gufi cessarono di chiamare;

In una rossa veste palpitante

Lui cantò per lei oltre la soglia… oltre la soglia

Dolce la sua parola era al sogno di quella chioma ondeggiante;

Ma dal tavolo lei prese il ventaglio e lo fece volare via

Ed allora il buffone pensò

«io ho il mio cappello a sonagli

Sino a lei io lo manderò

Ed allora poi io morirò… poi morirò.»

Quando al mattino divenne bianco

Lasciò il cappello davanti ai suoi passi

Ed in seno a lei se lo ripose

Sotto la nuvola dei capelli

Una canzone gli cantarono le sue labbra

Sinchè le stelle non crebbero nell’aria

Lei aprì la sua porta e la finestra

L’anima e il cuore lei fece entrare… li fece entrare

Quello rosso venne alla sua destra

Quella blu alla sua sinistra

Facevano un rumore come di grilli

Un chiacchierio dolce e saggio

I suoi capelli erano un fiore ancora chiuso

Quiete d’amore era ai suoi piedi… era ai suoi piedi

While the fool walked the garden remained motionless;

Her soul of him begged to alight at her window

And the owls began to call

When the soul rose, dressed in blue

His word of hers was wise at the thought

Of that calm and light step of hers.

so light

But the queen did not listen to her, she wrapped herself in her shirt

Her heavy shutters pulled her and the latch lowered

And his heart of hers begged him to go to her

When the owls stopped calling;

In a throbbing red robe

He sang for her over the threshold… over the threshold

Sweet his word of hers was to the dream of that waving hair;

But from the table she took the fan and blew it away

And then the fool thought

“I have my rattle hat

I will send it up to you

And then then I'll die ... then I'll die. "

When it turned white in the morning

She left her hat in front of his footsteps

And he placed it in her bosom

Under the cloud of hair

A song sang his lips

Until the stars grew in the air

She opened her door and her window

Her soul and heart she let them in ... she let them in

The red one came to his right

The blue one on his left

They made a noise like crickets

A sweet and wise chat

Her hair was still a closed flower

Quiet of love was at his feet, her ... it was at his feet