lunedì 22 febbraio 2010

Jacques Brel: Seul, Solo. Traduzioni del lunedì 1 - Accio per Sara Esserino








                                                                     
                                                                                   


                                                           ACCIO PER SARA ESSERINO

                                                              22 febbraio 2010


                                                              JACQUES BREL
                                                              SEUL


                                                             On est deux mon amour
                                                             Et l'amour chante et rit
                                                             Mais à la mort du jour
                                                             Dans les draps de l'ennui
                                                             On se retrouve seul

                                                             On est dix à défendre
                                                             Les vivants par des morts
                                                             Mais cloué par leurs cendres
                                                             Au poteau du remords
                                                             On se retrouve seul

                                                             On est cent qui dansons
                                                             Au bal des bons copains
                                                             Mais au dernier lampion
                                                             Mais au premier chagrin
                                                             On se retrouve seul

                                                             On est mille contre mille
                                                             A se croire les plus forts
                                                             Mais à l'heure imbécile
                                                             Où ça fait deux mille morts
                                                             On se retrouve seul

                                                             On est million à rire
                                                             Du million qui est en face
                                                             Mais deux millions de rires
                                                             N'empêchent que dans la glace
                                                             On se retrouve seul

                                                             On est mille à s'asseoir
                                                             Au sommet de la fortune
                                                             Mais dans la peur de voir
                                                             Tout fondre sous la lune
                                                             On se retrouve seul

                                                             On est cent que la gloire
                                                             Invite sans raison
                                                             Mais quand meurt le hasard
                                                             Quand finit la chanson
                                                             On se retrouve seul

                                                             On est dix à coucher
                                                             Dans le lit de la puissance
                                                             Mais devant ces armées
                                                             Qui s'enterrent en silence
                                                             On se retrouve seul

                                                             On est deux à vieillir
                                                             Contre le temps qui cogne
                                                             Mais lorsqu'on voit venir
                                                             En riant la charogne
                                                             On se retrouve seul.
                                                             (1959)







                                                                        

                                                             SOLO

                                                             Siamo in due amore mio
                                                             E l’amore canta e ride
                                                             Ma nella morte del giorno
                                                             Nelle lenzuola della noia
                                                             Ci si ritrova soli

                                                             Siamo in dieci a difendere
                                                             I vivi dai morti
                                                             Ma inchiodato dalle loro ceneri
                                                             Al palo del rimorso
                                                             Ci si ritrova soli

                                                             Siamo in cento che danziamo
                                                             Al ballo dei buoni amici
                                                             Ma all’ultimo lampione
                                                             Ma al primo dispiacere
                                                             Ci si ritrova soli

                                                             Siamo mille contro mille
                                                             A crederci i più forti
                                                             Ma all’ora imbecille
                                                             Dove si contano due mila morti
                                                             Ci si ritrova soli

                                                             Siamo un milione a ridere
                                                             Del milione di fronte
                                                             Ma due milioni di risa
                                                             Non impediscono che allo specchio
                                                             Ci si ritrovi soli

                                                             Siamo in mille a sederci
                                                             Sulla cima della fortuna
                                                             Ma nella paura di vedere
                                                             Sciogliere tutto sotto la luna
                                                             Ci si ritrova soli

                                                             Siamo in cento che la gloria
                                                             Invita senza ragione
                                                             Ma quando muore il caso
                                                             Quando finisce la canzone
                                                             Ci si ritrova soli

                                                              Siamo in dieci a dormire
                                                              Nel letto della forza
                                                              Ma davanti a questi eserciti
                                                              Che s’interrano nel silenzio
                                                              Ci si ritrova soli

                                                              Siamo in due a invecchiare
                                                              Contro il tempo che batte
                                                              Ma quando vediamo arrivare
                                                              La carogna ridendo
                                                              Ci si ritrova soli.

                                                              Traduzione di Claudio Di Scalzo








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