Lyrics of Il Partigiano John - Modena City Ramblers, Bunna

Il Partigiano John (original)

E' qui
E' quel passato che affiora
son scatti di rabbia e tensione, non regge pi?
John lo sa,
ha settant’anni e torner?
ad abbracciare il suo fucile
se deve andr?
?
un partigiano e lotter?
c'?
piet?
Il primo colpo l’han sparato qui
dritto in faccia, si scoppia in faccia
a sangue freddo e in pieno sole
ora sai che il primo colpo va sparato qui
dritto in faccia, si scoppia in faccia
la prima volta ti fa male
e poi.
Ma John?
molto stanco ed ha fame,
fame di aiuto e supporto
che la bufera non da hanno mischiato le carte
e il banco incassa
?
una truffa.
La sabbia e oro
per chi non sa.
Il primo colpo va sparato qui
dritto in faccia, si scoppia in faccia
la prima volta ti fa male
e poi, libera.
Il primo colpo l’han sparato qui
dritto in faccia, si scoppia in faccia
a sangue freddo e in pieno sole

(translation)

It's here
It is that past that emerges
are outbursts of anger and tension, does not hold up anymore?
John knows,
he's seventy and will he come back?
to hug his rifle
if he has to go?
?
a partisan and lotter?
c '?
pity?
The first shot was fired here
straight in the face, it burst in the face
in cold blood and in full sun
now you know that the first shot must be fired here
straight in the face, it burst in the face
the first time it hurts you
then.
But John?
very tired and hungry,
hunger for help and support
that the storm did not shuffle the cards
and the counter cashes
?
a fraud.
Sand is gold
for those who don't know.
The first shot is fired here
straight in the face, it burst in the face
the first time it hurts you
and then, free.
The first shot was fired here
straight in the face, it burst in the face
in cold blood and in full sun