Il trattato dei miracoli - Angelo Branduardi

Villa era un bambino ed era muto

Si votò a Francesco e si svegliò cantando

Il giovane Mancino era in punto di morte

Di Francesco chiamò il nome e fu guarito

Il mendicante Bartolomeo

All’ombra di un noce si era addormentato

Quando si destò che più non camminava

Per grazia di Francesco fu guarito

La povera Sibilla era cieca e triste

Bonomo di Fano era lebbroso

La bella Ubertina soffriva il mal caduco

Nel nome di Francesco furono guariti

Ed a Foligno il buon Nicolò

Straziato dal dolore che più non sopportava

Si votò a Francesco e con le sue gambe

Ed il cuor contento a casa fece ritorno

Un bambino a Capua cadde nel fiume

Alla vita ritornò chè era già morto

Un giovane di Sessa fu travolto da un muro

Ma Francesco lo svegliò prima dell’alba

Maria di Gagliano che aveva sete

Trovò una fonte che era prodigiosa

Una donna di Narni che era indemoniata

Nel segno della croce fu liberata

Per le febbri ardeva Gualtiero d’Arezzo

A Francesco fece voto e fu guarito

Ed un figlio maschio ebbe Giuliana

Che di malinconia si consumava

In terra di Spagna a San Facondo

Un grande ciliegio si era inaridito

La gente del paese lo affidò a Francesco

E, fiorito, a Primavera stupiva il mondo

Villa was a child and he was mute

He turned to Francesco and woke up singing

The young Mancino was on the verge of death

Di Francesco called the name and was healed

Bartholomew the beggar

In the shade of a walnut he had fallen asleep

When he woke up he no longer walked

By the grace of Francis he was healed

Poor Sibyl was blind and sad

Bonomo di Fano was a leper

The beautiful Ubertina suffered from transient illness

In the name of Francis they were healed

And in Foligno the good Nicolò

Torn by the pain he couldn't stand anymore

He devoted himself to Francis and with his legs

And the happy heart returned home

A child in Capua fell into the river

He returned to life that he was already dead

A young man from Sessa was run over by a wall

But Francesco woke him up before dawn

Maria di Gagliano who was thirsty

He found a source that was prodigious

A woman from Narni who was possessed

In the sign of the cross she was freed

Gualtiero of Arezzo was on fire for fevers

He made a vow to Francis and was healed

And a son had Giuliana

Which was consumed with melancholy

In the land of Spain in San Facondo

A large cherry tree had withered

The people of the town entrusted it to Francesco

And, in bloom, in Spring it amazed the world