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Titolo: traduzione guerra di piero in inglese

Salve ho fatto una traduzione de "la guerra di piero" per un amico..
dal momento che non ne ho trovata rapidamente un'altra in giro per la
rete posto il link qua per la versione aggiornata ed includo quello
che c'e' alla fine di questa, magari e' utile a qualcuno. Se avete
correzioni o note fatemele avere e modifichero' la pagina in
questione.
Hello all, i have made a quick translation of "la guerra di piero"
"Piero's War" and it is available at the below URL, I post this in
english to help search engines.
http://www.wup.it/article.php/sid/3951
Saluti! :-)
Giovanni Tummarello
You sleep buried in a grain field
Its not the rose, its not the tulip
that look after you, from the shade of the ditches
but a thousand red poppies do.
Along the side of my creek,
i want to see silvery pikes
not corpes of soldiers
carried by arms of the stream
so you used to say and it was winter
and like all the others, toward hell
you are going, sad as those that must do it
wind is spitting snow on you
Stop Piero, Stop now
let the at least some wind blow on you
bringing you the voices of those who died in battle
who gave his life away, got a cross in exchange
but you didnt hear it and time passed
along with the seasons like a giava dance
and you reached and passed the border
in a nice spring day
and while you were marching with the soul on your shoulders
you saw a man down the valley
his mood was just the same as yours
but the uniform had a different color
Shoot him Piero, Shoot him now!
and after a shot, shoot him again
until you will see him fall dead
to cover his own blood stain
and if I shoot him in the forehead or in the heart
he'll only have the time to die
but time will be left for me
 to see the eyes of a dying man
and while you're having these regards to him,
he turns around, sees you, and feels fear
and raising his rifle
he doesnt pay the same regards to you
you fell to the ground without a voice
and you realized immediately
that the time was not going to be enough
to beg forgiveness for all your sins
you fell to the ground without a voice
and you realized immediately
that your life was ending that day
and there wasn't going to be a way back
My dear Nina, to die in May
it takes a lot, too much courage
My dear Nina, straight to hell
I'd rather have gone in winter
and while the grain stood there listening to you
in your hands you gripped your rifle
in your mouth gripped a few words
way too frozen to melt to the sun
You sleep buried in a grain field
Its not the rose, its not the tulip
that look after you, from the shade of the ditches
but a thousand red poppies do.

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 canzone, ma almeno darle un minimo di metrica!
... o meTTTrica, come disse il guccini...
ciao
	d.

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se lo scopo era quello di tradurla per farne capire il senso, mi sembra un
lavoro ben fatto (avrei cambiato giusto un paio di termini).
se invece lo scopo era di farla cantare a qualcuno, è un altro paio di
maniche!

 maniche!
sono del tutto d'accordo con te :)
cià
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