Aveva un bavero - Katyna Ranieri

Nella sera fredda e scura

Presso il fuoco del camino

Quante storie quante fiabe

Raccontava il mio nonnino;

La più bella che ricordo

È la storia di un amore

Di un amore appassionato

Che felice non finì

Ed il cuore di un poeta

A tal punto intenerì

Che la storia di quei tempi

Mise in musica così:

Aveva un bavero color zafferano

E la marsina color ciclamino

Veniva a piedi da Lodi a Milano

Per incontrare la bella Gigogin

Passeggiando per la via

Le cantava mio dolce amor

Gigogin speranza mia

Coi tuoi baci mi rubi il cuor

Ma con altri del paese

In Piemonte fu mandato

E per essere vicino

Col suo cuore innamorato

Sopra l’acqua di una roggia

Che passava per Milano

Perché lei lo raccogliesse

Ogni dì posava un fior

Lei con ansia lo aspettava

Sospirando attorno amor

E bagnandolo di pianto

Lo stringeva forte al cuor

Lui saputo che il suo ritorno

Finalmente era vicino

Sopra l’acqua un fior d’arancio

Deponeva un bel mattino;

Lei, vedendo e indovinando

La ragione di quel fiore

Per raccoglierlo si spinse

Tanto tanto che cascò;

Sopra l’acqua, con quel fiore

Verso il mare se ne andò …

E anche lui, per il dolore

Dal Piemonte non tornò…

Lei lo attese fra le stelle

Su nel cielo stringendo un fior

E in un sogno di poesia

Si trovarono uniti ancor

In the cold and dark evening

At the fire in the fireplace

How many stories how many fairy tales

My grandfather used to say;

The most beautiful I remember

It is the story of a love

Of a passionate love

How happy did not end

And the heart of a poet

At this point he softened

What the story of those times

He put it to music like this:

She had a saffron collar

And the cyclamen-colored tailcoat

She came on foot from Lodi to Milan

To meet the beautiful Gigogin

Strolling down the street

My sweet love sang to her

Gigogin my hope

With your kisses you steal my heart

But with others in the country

He was sent to Piedmont

And to be close

With his heart in love

Above the water of a canal

Passing through Milan

For her to pick it up

Every day she placed a flower

She anxiously awaited him

Sighing around love

And bathing him with tears

She held him tightly to her heart

He knew his return

He was finally close

Above the water an orange blossom

He laid down one fine morning;

You, seeing and guessing

The reason for that flower

To pick it up she pushed

So much so that he fell;

Above the water, with that flower

Towards the sea she went away ...

And he too, for the pain

He did not return from Piedmont ...

She waited for him among the stars

Up in the sky holding a flower

And in a dream of poetry

They found themselves united again