Fabrizio De André "L'infanzia di Maria" lyrics

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L'infanzia di Maria

Forse fu all’ora terza, forse alla nona,cucito qualche giglio sul vestitino alla buona,forse fu per bisogno o peggio per buon esempio,presero i tuoi tre anni e li portarono al tempio,presero i tuoi tre anni e li portarono al tempio.

Non fu più il seno di Anna, fra le mura discrete,a consolare il pianto, a calmarti la sete;dicono fosse un angelo a raccontarti le ore,a misurarti il tempo fra cibo e Signore,a misurarti il tempo fra cibo e Signore.

-- Coro:Scioglie la neve al sole, ritorna l’acqua al mare,il vento e la stagione ritornano a giocare.Ma non per te bambina, che nel tempio resti china,ma non per te bambina, che nel tempio resti china.

E quando i sacerdoti ti rifiutarono alloggioavevi dodici anni e nessuna colpa addosso;ma per i sacerdoti fu colpa il tuo maggio,la tua verginità che si tingeva di rosso,la tua verginità che si tingeva di rosso.

E si vuol dar marito a chi non lo voleva,si batte la campagna, si fruga la via."Popolo senza moglie, uomini d’ogni leva,del corpo di una vergine si fa lotteria,del corpo di una vergine si fa lotteria.

-- Coro :Sciogli i capelli e guarda, già vengono!Guardala, guardala, scioglie i capelli,sono più lunghi dei nostri mantelli,guarda la pelle, tenera, lieve,risplende al sole come la neve.Guarda le mani, guardale il viso,sembra venuta dal Paradiso,guarda le forme, la proporzione,sembra venuta per tentazione.Guardala, guardala, scioglie i capelli,sono più lunghi dei nostri mantelli,guarda le mani, guardale il viso,sembra venuta dal Paradiso.Guardale gli occhi, guarda i capelli,guarda le mani, guardale il collo,guarda la carne, guarda il suo viso,guarda i capelli del Paradiso.Guarda la carne, guardale il collo,sembra venuta dal suo sorriso,guardale gli occhi, guarda la neve,guarda la carne del Paradiso.

E fosti tu Giuseppe, un reduce del passato,falegname per forza, padre per professione,a vederti assegnata da un destino sgarbatouna figlia di più senza alcuna ragione,una bimba su cui non avevi intenzione.

E mentre te ne vai, stanco di essere stanco,la bambina per mano, la tristezza di fianco,pensi : "Quei sacerdoti la diedero in sposaa dita troppo secche per chiudersi su una rosaa un cuore troppo vecchio che ormai si riposa".

Secondo l'ordine ricevuto,Giuseppe portò la bambina nella propria casae subito se ne partì per dei lavoriche la attendevano fuori della Giudea.Rimase lontano quattro anni.

Mary’s Childhood

1Maybe it was at terce, maybe at nona,2after sewing some lilies on your artless dress,maybe it was out of need or - worse - to set a good examplethat they took your three years of age and brought them to the temple,that they took your three years of age and brought them to the temple.

There no longer was Anne’s breast - inside the discreet walls -to comfort your crying, to soothe your thirst;they say it was an angel to tell you the hours,to measure your time between the food and the Lord,to measure your time between the food and the Lord.

Snow melts in the sun, water flows back to the sea,the wind and the season get back to playing.But not for you, girl; you’re left in the temple, bowed;but not for you, girl; you’re left in the temple, bowed.

And when the priests refused you a lodging,you were twelve and had no blame on you;yet, to the priests, the blame was your May,your virginity that was tinging in red,your virginity that was tinging in red.

And they want to give a husband to someone who didn’t want one,they search the countryside, they ferret around the streets,wifeless people, men of any standing;they make a lottery out of a virgin’s body,they make a lottery out of a virgin’s body.

Loosen your hair and look, they’re already coming:«Look at her, look at her, she’s loosening her hair,it’s longer than our cloaks;look at her skin, tender, soft,in the sunlight it shines like snow.Look at her hands, look at her face,she looks like she’s come from Heaven,look at her shape, her proportions,she looks like she’s come as a temptation.Look at her, look at her, she’s loosening her hair,it’s longer than our cloaks;look at her hands, look at her face,she looks like she’s come from Heaven.Look at her eyes, look at her hair,look at her hands, look at her neck,look at her flesh, look at her face,look at her heavenly hair.Look at her flesh, look at her neck,she looks like she’s come from her smile,look at her eyes, look at the snow,look at her heavenly flesh.

And it was to you, Joseph, a survivor from the past,a carpenter by necessity, a father by profession;that an impolite fate assignedone more daughter - for no reason at all -a little girl you had no wish for.

And while you go away, tired of being tired,with the girl by your hand and sadness by your side,you think ‟Those priests gave her as a wifeto fingers that are too dry to close around a rose,to a heart that’s too old, that is taking its rest now”.

As per the order he received,Joseph took the girl to his house,and he immediately left for some jobthat was waiting for him outside Galilee.He was away for four years.

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