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La Guerra Di Piero by Fabrizio De Andre
La Guerra Di Piero
Intro:
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MI LA- RE- SOL7 DO
Dormi sepolto in un campo di grano, non e' la rosa, non e' il tulipano
MI LA- RE- MI LA-
che ti fan veglia dall'ombra dei fossi ma sono mille papaveri rossi.
MI LA- RE- LA-
"Lungo le sponde del mio torrente voglio che scendano i lucci argentati,
RE- SOL7 DO MI LA-
non piu' i cadaveri dei soldati portati in braccio dalla corrente".
Cosi' dicevi ed era d'Inverno e come gli altri, verso l'inferno te ne vai
triste
come chi deve ed il vento ti sputa in faccia la neve.
Intermezzo:
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MI LA- RE- SOL7 DO
Fermati Piero, fermati adesso, lascia che il vento ti passi un po' addosso,
MI LA- RE- MI
LA-
dei morti in battaglia ti porti la voce, chi diede la vita ebbe in cambio
una croce.
etc. etc...
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La Guerra Di Piero
Sleep buried in a cornfield
is not the rose is not the tulip
you're waking from the shadow of the ditches
but are a thousand red poppies
Along the banks of my stream
I want you to come down the pike Silver
no more dead bodies of soldiers
brought her up from the current
So you said and it was winter
and like the others to hell
you go as sad as those who must
the wind spits in the face of the snow
Piero Stop, stop now
let the wind take some 'wearing
of the dead in battle to bring you the voice
who gave his life in return was a cross
But you do not you heard and the time passed
in step with the seasons of java
and you got to cross the border
in a beautiful spring day
And while marching with the core back
you saw a man in the valley
that had your exact same mood
but the uniform of a different color
Piero Shoot him, shoot him hours
and shoot him again after a stroke
until you do not wan see
fall into the earth to cover his blood
And if the shots in front or in the heart
only time will die
but time will see me
see the eyes of a dying man
And while this concern uses
that turns around, sees you and is afraid
and shouldering the artillery
you do not reciprocating the courtesy
You fell to the ground without a whimper
and in one moment you accorgesti
that the time you would not have been enough
to ask forgiveness for every sin
You fell to the ground without a whimper
and in one moment you accorgesti
that life ended that day
and there would be no return
Ninette my die in May
it takes too much courage
Ninette beautiful straight to hell
I would rather go in winter
And while the corn was listening to you
in the hands gripping the gun
words in his mouth pressed
too frozen to melt in the sun
Sleep buried in a cornfield
is not the rose is not the tulip
you're waking from the shadow of the ditches
but are a thousand red poppies.
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