Canzonenoznac - Roberto Vecchioni

Il leader della parte scura

Dietro una barba quasi nera

Diceva cose alla sua gente

A voce bassa come sempre;

E ricordava cose antiche

Proibite ma pur sempre vive

Come il martini con le olive

Dal millenovecentottanta

Anno di grazia e d’alleanza

Felice e immobile la gente

Viveva solo del presente;

Ma lui a quei pochi che riuniva

Come una nenia ripeteva

Quel suo programma che chiedeva

Fosse permesso ricordare

Fosse permesso ricordare

Poi ricordò che era vietato

Nel mondo nuovo anche il passato

Il leader della parte chiara

Con quella cicatrice amara

Sul mento a forma di radice

Gridava «Abbasso questa paace»

Coi pochi giovani insultava

La polizia che costringeva

Soltanto ad essere felici:

Ed abbatteva e rifaceva

Palazzi d’arte e di cultura

E delle bibite e del niente

Sì, ma soltanto con la mente;

E all’occorenza le prendeva

davanti ai giudici abiurava

Ma appena uscito risognava

Fosse possibile cambiare

Fosse possibile sperare

Ma la speranza era un difetto

Nel mondo ormai così perfetto

E il leader con la cicatrice

Credeva l’altro più felice

E l’altro quello con la barba

Di lui diceva «È pieno d’erba»;

Si sospettavano a vicenda

Di fare solamente scena

D’essere schiavi del sistema

E l’uno l’altro beffeggiava

E l’altro l’uno ricambiava

Pur descrivendo alla rinfusa

Due volti di una stessa accusa:

Che era impossibile cambiare

Tornare indietro, andare avanti

Avere voglia di sbagliare

Come ad esempio ricordare

Come ad esempio ricordare

Questo ricordo era un difetto

Nel mondo ormai così perfetto

Né si poteva più cambiare

Né si poteva più sperare

Questa speranza era un difetto

Nel mondo ormai così perfetto

E il leader della parte chiara

Pianse di rabbia quella sera

Seduto sopra la sua vita

Perduta come una partita;

Ma il servofreno dentro il cuore

Che scatta al minimo segnale

Gli eliminò tutto il dolore

E il leader della parte scura

Contando i passi e la paura

Si avvicinò alle parti estreme

Dove correva un giorno il fiume

Ricostruendo da un declivo

L’ultima chiesa, un vecchio bivio

L’acqua e l’amore che non c’era

Si sentì stanco in quel momento

Tolse la barba e sopra il mento

Apparve a forma di radice

Quella sua vecchia cicatrice

The leader of the dark side

Behind an almost black beard

He said things to his people

In a low voice as always;

And he remembered ancient things

Forbidden but still alive

Like martini with olives

Since nineteen eighty

Year of grace and covenant

Happy and motionless people

He lived only in the present;

But he to those few he gathered

Like a dirge he repeated

That program of him that he was asking for

It was allowed to remember

It was allowed to remember

Then he remembered that it was forbidden

In the new world, even the past

The leader of the clear part

With that bitter scar

Root-shaped on the chin

He shouted "Down with this peace"

With the few young people he insulted

The police who forced

Just to be happy:

And he broke down and did it again

Palaces of art and culture

And drinks and nothing

Yes, but only with the mind;

And if necessary he would take them

before the judges he abjured

But as soon as he got out he was dreaming

It were possible to change

It was possible to hope

But hope was a flaw

In the world now so perfect

And the leader with the scar

He believed the other happier

And the other one with a beard

He said of him "It's full of grass";

They suspected each other

To only make a scene

To be slaves to the system

And each other mocked

And the other reciprocated

While describing in bulk

Two faces of the same accusation:

That it was impossible to change

Go back, go forward

Wanting to make mistakes

Such as remembering

Such as remembering

This memory was a flaw

In the world now so perfect

Nor could it be changed anymore

Nor could one hope any longer

This hope was a flaw

In the world now so perfect

And the leader of the clear part

He cried in anger that evening

Sitting above his waist

Lost like a match;

But the brake booster inside the heart

That goes off at the slightest signal

It took away all the pain

And the leader of the dark side

Counting the steps and fear

He went to the extreme parts

Where the river once ran

Rebuilding from a slope

The last church, an old crossroads

The water and the love that was not there

He felt tired at that moment

He removed his beard and over his chin

He appeared in the shape of a root

That old scar of yours