Le LabreneFather was teaching us that all men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away the sawdust flowing from what wound in what side that not for me died not |
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L'hanno cantata in tanti, forse questo è l'originale.
Una ballata spettrale che fa molto Spoon River,
che parla ancora una volta d'amore e morte.
Avevo scritto la traduzione ma l'ho persa da qualche parte.
Aggiungo però il testo inglese.
Long black veil
Ten years ago on a cold dark night
There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agree
That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me.
The judge said son what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else then you won't have to die
I spoke not a word though it meant my life
For I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife.
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me.
The scaffold's high and eternity near
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
But sometimes at night when the cold wind blows
In a long black veil she cries o'er my bones.
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me.
Nobody knows but me.
Nobody knows but me...
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