Il pescatore - Fabrizio De André

All’ombra dell’ultimo sole

S’era assopito un pescatore

Aveva un solco lungo il viso

Come una specie di sorriso

Venne alla spiaggia un assassino

Due occhi grandi da bambino

Due occhi enormi di paura

Eran gli specchi di una avventura

E chiese al vecchio dammi il pane

Ho poco tempo e troppa fame

E chiese al vecchio dammi il vino

Ho sete e sono un assassino

Gli occhi dischiuse il vecchio al giorno

Non si guardò neppure intorno

Ma versò il vino e spezzò il pane

Per chi diceva ho sete ho fame

E fu il calore di un momento

Poi via di nuovo verso il vento

Davanti agli occhi ancora il sole

Dietro le spalle un pescatore

Dietro le spalle un pescatore

E la memoria e' già dolore

E' già il rimpianto di un aprile

Gioca con l’ombra di un cortile

Vennero in sella due gendarmi

Vennero in sella con le armi

Chiesero al vecchio se lì vicino

Fosse passato un assassino

Ma all’ombra dell’ultimo sole

S’era assopito il pescatore

Aveva un solco lungo il viso

Come una specie di sorriso

E aveva un solco lungo il viso

Come una specie di sorriso

In the shadow of the last sun

A fisherman had dozed off

He had a furrow across his face

Like a kind of smile

A murderer came to the beach

Two big baby eyes

Two huge eyes of fear

They were the mirrors of an adventure

And he asked the old man give me bread

I am short on time and too hungry

And he asked the old man give me the wine

I'm thirsty and I'm a killer

The eyes opened the old man to the day

He didn't even look around

But he poured out the wine and broke the bread

For those who said I'm thirsty I'm hungry

And it was the heat of a moment

Then off again towards the wind

In front of the eyes still the sun

Behind the shoulders a fisherman

Behind the shoulders a fisherman

And memory is already pain

It is already the regret of an April

Play with the shade of a courtyard

Two gendarmes came into the saddle

They came in the saddle with weapons

They asked the old man if he was nearby

A murderer had passed

But in the shadow of the last sun

The fisherman had dozed off

He had a furrow across his face

Like a kind of smile

And he had a furrow down his face

Like a kind of smile