Il Partigiano John - Modena City Ramblers, Bunna

E' qui

E' quel passato che affiora

son scatti di rabbia e tensione, non regge pi?

John lo sa,

ha settant’anni e torner?

ad abbracciare il suo fucile

se deve andr?

?

un partigiano e lotter?

c'?

piet?

Il primo colpo l’han sparato qui

dritto in faccia, si scoppia in faccia

a sangue freddo e in pieno sole

ora sai che il primo colpo va sparato qui

dritto in faccia, si scoppia in faccia

la prima volta ti fa male

e poi.

Ma John?

molto stanco ed ha fame,

fame di aiuto e supporto

che la bufera non da hanno mischiato le carte

e il banco incassa

?

una truffa.

La sabbia e oro

per chi non sa.

Il primo colpo va sparato qui

dritto in faccia, si scoppia in faccia

la prima volta ti fa male

e poi, libera.

Il primo colpo l’han sparato qui

dritto in faccia, si scoppia in faccia

a sangue freddo e in pieno sole

It's here

It is that past that emerges

are outbursts of anger and tension, does not hold up anymore?

John knows,

he's seventy and will he come back?

to hug his rifle

if he has to go?

?

a partisan and lotter?

c '?

pity?

The first shot was fired here

straight in the face, it burst in the face

in cold blood and in full sun

now you know that the first shot must be fired here

straight in the face, it burst in the face

the first time it hurts you

then.

But John?

very tired and hungry,

hunger for help and support

that the storm did not shuffle the cards

and the counter cashes

?

a fraud.

Sand is gold

for those who don't know.

The first shot is fired here

straight in the face, it burst in the face

the first time it hurts you

and then, free.

The first shot was fired here

straight in the face, it burst in the face

in cold blood and in full sun