Carlo martello - Fabrizio De André

Re Carlo tornava dalla guerra

lo accoglie la sua terra cingendolo d’allor.

Al sol della calda primavera

lampeggia l’armatura del Sire vincitor.

Il sangue del Principe e del Moro

arrossano il cimiero d’identico color

ma pi che del corpo le ferite

da Carlo son sentite le bramosie d’amor.

«Se ansia di gloria, sete d’onore

spegne la guerra al vincitore

non ti concede un momento per fare all’amore.

Chi poi impone alla sposa soave

di castit la cintura ahim grave

in battaglia pu correre il rischio di perder la chiave».

Cos si lamenta il re cristano

s’inchina intorno il grano, gli son corona i fior.

Lo specchio di chiara fontanella

riflette fiero in sella dei Mori il vincitor.

Quand’ecco nell’acqua si compone

mirabile visione il simbolo d’amor

nel folto di lunghe trecce bionde

il seno si confonde ignudo in pieno sol.

«mai non fu vista cosa pi bella

mai io non colsi siffatta pulzella»

disse re carlo scendendo veloce di sella.

«Deh, cavaliere non v’accostate

gi d’altri gaudio quel che cercate

ad altra pi facile fonte la sete calmate».

Sorpreso da un fare s deciso

sentendosi deriso re Carlo s’arrest

ma pi dell’onor pot il digiuno

fremente l’elmo bruno il sire si lev.

Codesta era l’arma sua segreta

da Carlo spesso usata in gran difficolt

alla donna apparve un gran nasone

un volto da caprone, ma era Sua Maest.

«Se voi non foste il mio sovrano»

Carlo si sfila il pesante spadone

«non celerei il disio di fuggirvi lontano.

Ma poich siete il mio signore»

Carlo si toglie l’intero gabbione

«debbo concedermi spoglia ad ogni pudore».

Cavaliere lui era assai valente

ed anche in quel frangente d’onor si ricopr

e giunto alla fin della tenzone

incerto sull’arcione tent di risalir.

Veloce lo arpiona la pulzella

repente una parcella presenta al suo signor

«deh, proprio perch voi siete il sire

fan cinquemila lire, un prezzo di favor».

«E' mai possibile, porco d’un cane,

che le avventure in codesto reame

debban risolversi tutte con grandi puttane.

Anche sul prezzo c' poi da ridire

ben mi ricordo che pria di partire

v’eran tariffe inferiori alle tremila lire».

Ci detto, ag da gran cialtrone

con balzo da leone in sella si lanci

frustando il cavallo come un ciuco

tra i glicini e il sambuco il re si dilegu.

Re Carlo tornava dalla guerra

l’accoglie la sua terra cingendolo d’allor.

Al sol della calda primavera

lampeggia l’armatura del sire vincitor.

King Charles was returning from the war

he welcomes his land to him by encircling it from then.

In the sun of the warm spring

the armor of the victorious Sire flashes.

The blood of the Prince and the Moor

they redden the crest of the same color

but more than the body's wounds

from Carlo the cravings for love are felt.

"If you are anxious for glory, thirst for honor

extinguishes the war on the victor

does not give you a moment to make love.

Who then imposes on the sweet bride

the belt of chastity, alas, grave

in battle he may run the risk of losing the key ».

Thus complains the Christian king

the wheat bows around, the flowers are crowned.

The clear fountain mirror

proudly reflects the victor in the saddle of the Moors.

When it is composed in the water

admirable vision the symbol of love

in the thick of long blond braids

the breast is confused naked in full sun.

"Never was there a more beautiful thing seen

I never caught such a maid "

King Charles said, quickly getting out of the saddle.

"Oh, knight, don't come near

what you are looking for is already other joy

to another easier source, quench your thirst ».

Surprised by a decisive action

feeling mocked, King Charles stopped

but more than honor was fasting

the brown helmet quivering, the sire rose.

This was his secret weapon

often used by Carlo in great difficulty

a big nose appeared to the woman

the face of a goat, but it was Majesty of him.

"If you weren't my sovereign"

Carlo takes off the heavy sword

«I would not hide the desire to run away from you.

But since you are my lord "

Carlo takes off the entire gabion

"I must allow myself naked to all modesty".

Knight he was very capable

and even in that moment of honor he covered himself

and come to the end of the battle

uncertain about the saddle he tried to go up.

The maid harpoons him quickly

repente a parcel presents to his lord

«Deh, precisely because you are the sire

for five thousand lire, a preferential price ».

"Is it ever possible, pig of a dog,

than adventures in this realm

they must all be resolved with great whores.

Also on the price there is something to say about it

well I remember that before leaving

there were rates below three thousand lire ".

Told us, act like a big scoundrel

leap like a lion in the saddle

whipping the horse like a donkey

between the wisteria and the elder the king disappears.

King Charles was returning from the war

he welcomes his land to him by encircling him from then on.

In the sun of the warm spring

the armor of the victor sire flashes.