Qualche Splendido Giorno - Modena City Ramblers

Il faro tagliava la notte, un filo d’acqua bagnava la strada

Camminavano insieme in direzione del ponte, da un portone una tromba suonava

Lei guardava in basso le scarpe, tra cicche spente, giornali e lattine

Lui fischiava un vecchio blues e pensava ad una cosa qualunque da dire

Ma non piangere per me, non piangere per me Perch?

presto o tardi sai sar?

di nuovo qui intorno

Ma non piangere per me, non piangere per me Ci troveremo ancora sai, in qualche splendido giorno

Una vecchia indiana vestita di giallo li osservava seduta a un balcone

Lei sorrise appena e gett?

una moneta al mendicante dal cappello marrone

Lui marcava i passi come Jimmy Dean, masticando una frase d’addio

«Ogni cosa?

gi?

fatta, ogni cosa?

gi?

detta, quando vedi che il racconto?

finito.»

Ma non piangere per me, non piangere per me Perch?

presto o tardi sai sar?

di nuovo qui intorno

Ma non piangere per me, non piangere per me Ci troveremo ancora sai, in qualche splendido giorno

Il marciapiede era grigio e deserto, nella notte un lampione brillava

Lui la strinse forte al suo fianco, mentre lontano un cane abbaiava

«Era tutto scritto da sempre sai.

Era racchiuso nel mazzo di carte

Che la donna rossa si incontra col fante, ma alla fine il giro riparte»

Ma non piangere per me, non piangere per me Perch?

presto o tardi sai sar?

di nuovo qui intorno

Ma non piangere per me, non piangere per me Ci troveremo ancora sai, in qualche splendido giorno

Lei gli disse: «Che il viaggio sia buono»

Lui rispose soltanto: «Lo sar?»

The lighthouse cut through the night, a trickle of water bathed the road

They walked together towards the bridge, a trumpet sounded from a door

She looked down at her shoes, among unlit butts, newspapers and cans

He whistled an old blues and thought of whatever thing to say

But don't cry for me, don't cry for me Why?

sooner or later do you know it will be?

around here again

But don't cry for me, don't cry for me We'll find each other again, you know, on some beautiful day

An old Indian dressed in yellow watched them sitting on a balcony

She just smiled and threw?

a coin to the beggar in the brown hat

He was marking the steps like Jimmy Dean, chewing on a farewell phrase

"Everything?

already

done, everything?

already

said, when do you see that tale?

finished."

But don't cry for me, don't cry for me Why?

sooner or later do you know it will be?

around here again

But don't cry for me, don't cry for me We'll find each other again, you know, on some beautiful day

The sidewalk was gray and deserted, a street lamp shone in the night

He hugged her tightly to his side as a dog barked away

“It was all written all along, you know.

It was enclosed in the deck of cards

That the red woman meets the infantryman, but in the end the tour starts again "

But don't cry for me, don't cry for me Why?

sooner or later do you know it will be?

around here again

But don't cry for me, don't cry for me We'll find each other again, you know, on some beautiful day

She said to him: "May the journey be good"

He only replied, "Will it be?"