Roberto Vecchioni - Canzonenoznac Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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The leader of the dark faction,
behind an almost black beard,
said some things to his people,
talking quietly, as always.
And he recalled old things,
forbidden but still alive
as Martini with olives…
From 1980 onwards,
year of grace and alliance,
the people, happy and immobile,
were living only on the present.
Nonetheless, he repeated
to the few he gathered
the program he was demanding:
Were it allowed to remember!
Were it allowed to remember…
Then he remembered that even the past
was forbidden in the new world.

And the leader of the clear faction,
with that bitter scar,
root-shaped, on his chin,
shouted: “Down with this peace!”
With a few young people, he insulted
the police who only forced
everyone to be happy.
He tore down and rebuilt again
buildings of art and culture,
and of drinks, and of nothingness…
yeah, but only in his mind.
And at times he got a beating,
in front of the judges he abjured
but as went out he dreamed again:
Were it possible to change!
Were it possible to hope…
But hoping was a defect
in the world now so perfect.

And the leader with the scar
thought the other was happier
and the other, the bearded one
said of him: “He’s high on weed”
They suspected each other
of just making a scene,
of being slaves of the system.
And one mocked the other
and the other reciprocated
although describing confusingly
two sides of the same accusation:
that it was impossible to change,
to come back, to go forward,
to have the desire to be wrong…
As for example to remember,
as for example to remember:
that memory was a defect
in the world now so perfect.
No longer possible to change,
no longer possible to hope:
this hope was a defect
in the world now so perfect.

And the leader of the clear faction
wept with anger that evening,
sitting on his life,
lost as a match.
But the power brake inside his heart,
which starts at the slightest alert,
removed all his pain.
And the leader of the dark faction,
counting his steps and his fear,
went close to the ends,
were a river once flowed,
and from a slope he rebuilt
the last church, an old crossroad,
the water and the love that didn’t exist.
He felt tired at that moment,
took off the beard and on his chin
appeared that old
root-shaped scar.

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