La raccolta - Angelo Branduardi

E` la pulce d’acqua

che l’ombra ti rub

e tu ora sei malato

e la mosca d’autunno

che hai schiacciato

non ti perdoner.

Sull’acqua del ruscello

forse tu troppo ti sei chinato,

tu chiami la tua ombra,

ma lei non ritorner.

E` la pulce d’acqua

che l’ombra ti rub

e tu ora sei malato

e la serpe verde

che hai schiacciato

non ti perdoner.

E allora devi a lungo cantare

per farti perdonare

e la pulce d’acqua che lo sa

l’ombra ti render.

It is the water flea

that the shadow will steal from you

and you are sick now

and the autumn fly

that you crushed

I will not forgive you.

On the water of the stream

maybe you bent too far down,

you call your shadow,

but she will not return.

It is the water flea

that the shadow will steal from you

and you are sick now

and the green snake

that you crushed

I will not forgive you.

And then you have to sing for a long time

to make you forgive

and the water flea who knows it

the shadow will make you.